An
Eskimo showed me a movie
He'd recently taken of you
The
poor man could hardly stop shivering
His lips and his fingers
were blue
I
suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes
And I
guess he just never got warm
But you stand there so nice in
your blizzard of ice
Oh please, let me come into the storm
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