“They call me Heat Miser Whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch. Rock your day big and bad XXXX”
They call me Heat Miser Whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch. Rock your day big and bad XXXX
#christmasmusic
A mini-blizzard to 60-degree temps in the space of week. Too much.
Mama can't run to the mines without spinning this classic Good morning XXXX