Angels in the Snow

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Let me slide aside your earmuff, it's making it hard for me to nip!
I want us to be kids again, but without the permission slips...
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It's SO COLD! I can't BELIEVE I forgot my gloves; let me touch your face!
I just want you to feel what I'm saying, girl! Don't make me hafta chase!
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The whole world is being erased; it's a clean slate, a fresh work of art
But just wait until dark; the moonlight will take us a world apart
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It does something to my heart; my world's a little globe in a toddler's hands
I shiver with excitement; let's go walking... because I can hardly stand
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Can I borrow your pockets? I can't feel a single thing out here, really...
Relax, this doesn't happen often; 'tis the season to be silly!
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Much better... not so chilly now, so we should resume some fun for us
Of course, it's no fun in the snow... unless someone is covered in crust!
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AH! ALL RIGHT! I GIVE! There's no need for unnecessary violence!
...I'm so glad you're on my side; we can enjoy the snow in silence
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Let's fall... forget about your hair, it's a snow angel's sacred calling
Let's lay back, watch the sky and peck like snowbirds as we're sprawling
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I love it... we should lie here, catch pneumonia and just call it a life
...Or tell the passers-by these two angels we made are husband and wife
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