Gay Men Trapped At Xmas
2024-04-11
Créé par Dripgrind avec Udio AI
Lyrics
To be snowed in with you was my dream, dear As sweet as a sugar plum pie But as Yuletide creeps in it's my real fear That this is how we're gonna die We're trapped in the snow And the food's running low This Christmas we're both gonna die When I first felt your hand - such a sweet thrill But now I can't even feel mine I'm in desperate need of a refill Of my meds but the roads are all ice It's a delight to have your company But it can't replace my A Z T
