Girl, You can remind me of winter
As you light up dark and cold
When you're curled up by the fire
And the drink is taking hold
I have seen the young man waiting
By your window in the snow
Wishing he were dressed up in Pink
Or that he knew a colored crow
Girl, I will admit that you scare me
Make me stammer all my words
But I'm working shaking fingers
And my fretting's all a blur
Don't open up your door for him
He would never walk right in
Because life is somewhat boring
When your wrists are worried thin
Girl, You make me want to run off
In the most opposing way
It's the same amount of miles
It would only take a day
So just open up your window
If you wouldn't mind the draft
'Cause he's got his best Pink suit on
And the color's made him daft
Girl, I wish that it were snowing out
So I couldn't walk away
And I wouldn't be much bothered
Were I trapped here one more day
But the sun has played its entrance
And it's melting off the dunes
There's a Pink suit in a puddle
With a pocketfull of tunes.
