I had red strawberries and a clear apple
For supper last night, finally spring has
Come, so let’s talk about weather baby!
About all the cold things and the hot
Things Nature can be! Are the flowers
Blooming up there? So you know
I love you but you don’t want me to
Because you won’t love me too
I say we talk about weather baby
Somewhere lukewarm where I hide
Special things, there my love shall rest.
‘Tis burning hot down here, too…
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