With the bitter cold comes a bitter cold. Stormed on in to my body battering all my edges and forming a tunnel of attractive snot in, around, and through my face, and ears and… Rest. Rest. Letting it have it’s course, treating it with tea and ginger, Chicken soup, AirBorn, and more of all of that.
Batten down the hatches mates. Check the supplies
The storm, she be a raging and that ain’t no lie
She thinks she gonna take ya.
She thinks yer gonna die
Batten down those hatches mates
If ya wanna stay alive
She’s a wicked little bitch, she is, raging her stormy sea
Bringing in the drownin’ waves where ever you may be
She be pourin’ through your senses
She be pullin’ you to your knees
She’s a wicked little bitch, she is
She got a wicked hold on me
Let no offense be taken. It’s what she can’t help to be
This wicked little storm bitch owns the deep blue sea
She shares her angry moments
She goes viral for a gift to thee
Give no offense my maties
Fill up on vitamin ‘C’
