Cold

I caught a "cold"
I won't go to work and get others sick
Roll back over
Tilt your head up, my arm sleds under it

Flakes of ice fall down
Children play around till their socks get wet
I go out too
Sticking my tongue out to catch some of it

The snow is falling down
I too, falling for you
Christmas is coming 'round
Elvis was wrong, it won't be blue



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Proia
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