Текст: Distorted Penguins. Season.

Season is a girl I met, but just the other day
When I talked to her she didn't have too much to say
Season is a girl I met, but just the other night
When I talked to her she looked alright

Then I saw season she was with another guy
Gave me the cold shoulder on the next time she walked by
Thought it was summer, but I guess it's not really
'Cause season made it winter for me, for me
Season doesn't know me really and I don't know her
But next time she is seen then I will talk to her for sure
Do you really hate me
Do you want for me to leave
You just changed seasons on me


I'm green with envy fallen for you
Though the leaves that fall in fall aren't my color blue
I won't pretend that I know you
If you just give me a clue
Season is a girl I met just the other day
When I talked to her she didn't ha have too much to lay