When I’m cold, or when I’m hot
The fan makes me what I’m not
There no way to explain this thing
It feels like a big bird flapping its wing
Low, Medium, and high too
Without the fan I don’t know what I'd do
Because when I’m tired its so very soothing
Especially when it keeps on moving!
There’s no way I could live without
Keeping you comfy is what its about
If you have no fan, you're living a lie
And if you don’t plan on getting one
I don’t know why...
Sunday, December 17, 2006
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