| Oh, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost
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| Little Jack Frost get lost
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| You know you don’t do a thing but put a bite on my toes
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| Freeze up the ground and take the bloom from the rose
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| Oh, little Jack Frost go away, go away
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| And don’t you come back another day
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| There’s lots of cold feet all the lovers complain
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| You turn up the heat down on lover’s lane
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| The bench in the park is alone in the dark
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| So, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost
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| Little Jack Frost get lost
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| So, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost
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| Little Jack Frost get lost, get lost
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| You don’t do a thing but put the bite on my toes
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| Freeze up the ground and take the bloom from the rose
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| So, little Jack Frost go away, go away
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| And don’t you come back another day, get gone, go 'way
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| There’s lots of cold feet, all the lovers complain
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| You turn off the heat down in lover’s lane
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| The bench in the park is all alone in the dark
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| So, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost
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| Little Jack Frost get lost
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| Get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost
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| L. J. Frost get lost
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| Lost |