Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I brought some corn for popping;
The lights are turned way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
When we finally say good night,
How I'll hate going out in the storm;
But if you really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,
But as long as you love me so.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
--
Tori Amos:
"There's a sign in our dressing room that says 'No Naughty Words'
but I'd just like to say [as] my Christmas gift to the Washington
area, I think that it's very important that all of us remember that
Jesus wouldn't have been here without a pussy being around."
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