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Sand and salt, snow and ice Six more feet of wintertime And all you do is whine about it I clean the house and drink red wine Purple lips and turpentine Well, you could at least sing about it No sense in crying over some dirty roads Sheets of ice and crashing cars Empty stores and empty bars Cause no one wants to get their feet cold I still have work and grocery notes So heat the car and zip your coat Cause no one wants to hear your whining No sense in crying, the winter is always cold From Letras Mania