It's cold outside
It gets so hot in here
The boys and girls collide
To the music in my ear
I hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home
A painted face
And I know we haven't long
We thought that we had the answers
It was the questions we had wrong
I hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home
Sad song sad song
Sad song sad song
Sad song sad song
Sad song sad song
