| With her smile as sweet as a warm wind in summer
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| She’s got me flying like a bird in a bright June sky
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| And then just when she thinks that I’ve got her number
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| Brings me down to the ground with her wintry eye
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| That’s my baby
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| She can be all four seasons in one day
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| And when the nighttime comes with no interference
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| To our warm summer love with all its charms
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| But like a thoroughbred horse she can turn on a sixpence
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| And I find that I’m back in Mistress Winter’s arms
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| That’s my baby
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| She can be all four seasons in one day
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| How will I know?
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| How can I tell?
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| Which side of the bed she takes when the day begins
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| She can be kind
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| She can be cruel
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| She’s got me guessing like a game show fool
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| She can change her mind like she changes her sweaters
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| From one minute to the next it’s hard to tell
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| She blows hot and cold just like stormy weather
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| She’s my gift from the Lord or a fiend from hell
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| That’s my baby
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| She can be all four seasons in one day
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| Watching the weatherman’s been no good at all
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| Winter, spring, summer, I’m bound for a fall
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| There are no long term predictions for my baby
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| She can be all four seasons in one day
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| If it’s a sunny day I take my umbrella
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| Just in case the raindrops start to fall
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| You could say that I’m just a cautious fellow
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| I don’t want to be caught in a sudden squall
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| That’s my baby
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| She can be all four seasons in one day
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| That’s my baby
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| She can be all four seasons in one day |