Snow
Oh my baby, well she left me about an hour ago,
for another man.
But strangely, it did not phase me to see her go,
because my baby, well she’s like the snow.
Some people are like the weather,
more precisely like the snow.
You can be so happy to see them,
but you’re never sad to see them go.
Oh I partied, with my good friends,
from the golden days,
well we laughed, we cried, we drank.
But somehow, I noticed, that as time had gone by,
it just wasn’t the same high.
Some people are like the weather,
more precisely like the snow.
You can be so happy to see them,
but you’re never sad to see them go.