| Her December is a mood swing; | |
| An afternoon frost meant just for me... | |
| Her December is a change of pace; | |
| An extraordinary leap from sunray to snowflake... | |
| Her December... her December... | |
| Her December means I'll be alone in the morning... | |
| Her December is a look so cold, | |
| It leaves me defenseless, shoots my story full of holes... | |
| Her December is a long night | |
| With one eye open, thinking of a better life... | |
| Her December... her December... | |
| Her December means I'll be alone in the morning, yeah... | |
| Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa... | |
| Hey, hey... oh... | |
| Her December is the last clue | |
| That she will never ever give me (another...) not another June... | |
| Her December... her December... | |
| Her December means I'll be alone in the morning... | |
| It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... | |
| It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... | |
| It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... | |
| It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... | |
| It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... | |
| It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... |