I got my long sleeves on Baggy, and way too long Nobody has questions in December But five months later, all I hear is "Aren't you warm? Aren't you sweating up a storm? Are you aware, that it's hotter than hell out here?" Maybe I would dress for the weather If I would feel better But I have to tell them all I'm freezing No matter the season It feels so good to hide To cover what I don't like And I'll be doing fine, until I step outside And somebody asks me again, ooh "Aren't you warm? Aren't you sweating up a storm? Are you aware, that it's hotter than hell out here?" Maybe I would dress for the weather If I would feel better But I have to tell them all I'm freezing No matter the season No matter the season It really gets to me That I can't answer truthfully "Aren't you warm? Aren't you sweating up a storm? Are you aware, that it's hotter than hell out here?" Maybe I would dress for the weather If I would feel better But I have to tell them all I'm freezing No matter the season No matter the season