I got my long sleeves on
Baggy, and way too long
Nobody has questions in December
But five months later, all I hear is
"Aren't you warm?
Aren't you sweating up a storm?
Are you aware, that it's hotter than hell out here?"
Maybe I would dress for the weather
If I would feel better
But I have to tell them all I'm freezing
No matter the season
It feels so good to hide
To cover what I don't like
And I'll be doing fine, until I step outside
And somebody asks me again, ooh
"Aren't you warm?
Aren't you sweating up a storm?
Are you aware, that it's hotter than hell out here?"
Maybe I would dress for the weather
If I would feel better
But I have to tell them all I'm freezing
No matter the season
No matter the season
It really gets to me
That I can't answer truthfully
"Aren't you warm?
Aren't you sweating up a storm?
Are you aware, that it's hotter than hell out here?"
Maybe I would dress for the weather
If I would feel better
But I have to tell them all I'm freezing
No matter the season
No matter the season
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