Where we live spring comes early
Trees in bloom when the northern country
Is covered in snow, oh
A windy fitful day in winter
Charging toward the Ides of May
The climate now is cling to splinters
We hold hands while we work and play
And hope tomorrow is a sunny day
Where we live men are women
Women are teenage boys
And everybody wants to look like them
But be like men
A windy fitful day in winter
Charging toward the Ides of May
The climate now is cling to splinters
We hold hands while we work and play
And hope tomorrow is a sunny day
Rubens would have loved you
And painted you that way
With your pen and paper
Paying quiet attention to a lady with a plastic face
So thin, so thin she might blow away
Trees in bloom when the northern country
Is covered in snow, oh
A windy fitful day in winter
Charging toward the Ides of May
The climate now is cling to splinters
We hold hands while we work and play
And hope tomorrow is a sunny day
Where we live men are women
Women are teenage boys
And everybody wants to look like them
But be like men
A windy fitful day in winter
Charging toward the Ides of May
The climate now is cling to splinters
We hold hands while we work and play
And hope tomorrow is a sunny day
Rubens would have loved you
And painted you that way
With your pen and paper
Paying quiet attention to a lady with a plastic face
So thin, so thin she might blow away
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