On a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside,
I've got the month of May.
Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My squirrel. (My squirrel, my squirrel)
Talkin' 'bout my squirrel. (My squirrel)
(... and a lot of dots to follow)
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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