As winter comes
And the weather turns
Bitter cold
Don't rub yourself
The wrong way
Baby let me come
Rub you the right way
Baby I'm going to
Hop in my car
Get to you
Quick as I can
And when I come
If you need something
To squeeze
You can have my hand
Baby just don't rub yourself
The wrong way
Baby let me come
Rub you the right way
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