So you say that you love me.

Do you love me, yeah?
And will you hold me all the year long?
In the Spring, ur feelings have blossomed?
In the Summer, you can't help but hold me?
In the Fall you start the year bragging about our relationship?
But what happens in winter, huh?
You don't want to touch me, You don't want to see me.
Girls in bikinis and short skirts are just fine for you,
But when they're wrapped in thick jackets?
Don't say you'll love me,
I don't want to hear it.
They're lies, all lies.