(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