(Leskiw/Winter)
It sure was scary
When I met Mary
I didn`t understand myself
I was a fool when we were in school
And she understood me better
I guess I had passion
It startled her fashion
She thought it a small price to pay
For fiery nites under northern lites
Helps the snow slowly melt away
Herbert`s a loser
His father`s a boozer
He didn`t like himself
He lost his cool and he drowned in a pool
After writing a classic love letter
I guess too much passion
Had startled his fashion
It started and ended that day
He wrote the letter there wasn`t one better
One reading turned millions his way
Now there`s Mary
It isn`t so scary
Now that I like myself
I`m no fool and we`re not in school
The water can`t get any wetter
Now I`m in fashion I`ll warm up her passion
She`ll think it a small price to pay
For fiery nites under northern lites
Helps the snow slowly melt away