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[Verse 1]
I am white Christmas
I am the snow
I am the icicles
I'm miss ten below
[Verse 2]
Friends call me the Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
Cool it, baby (She's too much)
[Verse 3]
I am white Christmas
I am the snow
I am the icicles
I'm miss ten below
[Verse 4]
Friends call me the Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
Has it cooled up yet?
[Verse 5]
Never wanna know a day that's over forty degrees
Rather have it thirty, twenty, or maybe five and let them freeze
[Verse 6]
I am green Christmas
I am the sun
I am the heat blister
I'm miss hundred and one
[Verse 7]
They call me the Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
Turn the heat up, baby (She's too much)
[Verse 8]
I am green Christmas
I am the sun
I am the heat blister
I'm miss hundred and one
[Verse 9]
They call me the Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
Turn it up
[Verse 10]
I never wanna know a day that's under sixty degrees
Rather have it eighty, ninety, one hundred degrees
Written by: Jules Bass, Maury Laws
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