(Leskiw/Winter)      It sure was scary   When I met Mary   I didn't understand myself   I was a fool when we were in school   And she understood me better   I guess I had passion   It startled her fashion   She thought it a small price to pay   For fiery nites under northern lites   Helps the snow slowly melt away      Herbert's a loser   His father's a boozer   He didn't like himself   He lost his cool and he drowned in a pool   After writing a classic love letter   I guess too much passion   Had startled his fashion   It started and ended that day   He wrote the letter there wasn't one better   One reading turned millions his way      Now there's Mary   It isn't so scary   Now that I like myself   I'm no fool and we're not in school   The water can't get any wetter   Now I'm in fashion I'll warm up her passion   She'll think it a small price to pay   For fiery nites under northern lites   Helps the snow slowly melt away