Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
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But the fire is so delightful,
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And since we've no place to go,
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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
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It doesn't show signs of stopping,
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And I brought some corn for popping;
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The lights are turned way down low,
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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
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When we finally kiss good night,
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How I'll hate going out in the storm;
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But if you really hold me tight,
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All the way home I'll be warm.
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The fire is slowly dying,
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And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,
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But as long as you love me so.
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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
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Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow
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| Martina McBride |
