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Oh I remember last winter, 

Oh it was a killer. 

Snow was falling everywhere. 

The wind was screaming, 

The bears were sleeping. 

We were heading to the winter fair. 

  

A very good time I heard you say as we walked to my house that night, 

You were so sweet, so lovely, and such a great delight. 

My heart was pounding, my head was spinning, and butterflies filled inside, 

For that minute of kissing you I forgot how cold it was outside. 

  

Oh I remember last spring, 

When you had your little fling. 

With the girl that lives down the street. 

You said you didn’t mean to, 

You said she persuaded you. 

You preached and I agreed. 

  

The rest of spring you were proving you were better, 

By holding and kissing me. 

You were using your charms, sweet talking, and being wonderful as can be. 

I was taking it all in, forgetting everything, and trusting you again, 

Now not only my boy friend you are but also my best friend. 

  

Oh I remember last summer, 

Oh it was a bummer. 

When you had to be away the whole time, 

I missed you; I wrote you, said how much I loved you, 

Letting you know I was fine. 

  

Week after week I heard nothing from you, 

It was driving me insane. 

I kept on worrying, trying to call you, doing nothing but complain. 

Been sitting on the windowpane, cracking open some champagne, 

Having thoughts about high jacking an airplane. 

  

Oh I remember last fall, 

I received a call. 

Yes in fact it was you. 

I yelled and screamed about where you are, 

And you said simply we were through. 

  

I cannot believe I wasted a whole year with a sleaze ball like you, 

I will not be sad, I will not cry, and I will not be blue. 

I hope that new chick in your life has strength just like me, 

‘Cause once you do the same thing to her she also will be free. 

  

I remember last winter, 

I remember last spring, 

I remember last summer and fall. 

Was one big complicated year of my life. 

But I learned something from it after all.  

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