Daylight comes through windows shut against it, as reality comes through dreams barred against it, and I come into the new day -- a chance once more to play this dangerous game of life. Shall I win? Who's to say? But you will know that I have played... 

That's January

She chills your bones
But she's nice
Princess of ice
A piping hot cup of cafe avec du chocolat

That's January

I love January, cause she's my girl,
She brought me into this world,
A road that leads to Ms. Feburary's house
A winter wonder land in that Piney wood.

That's January

She'll send a gust of wind to smack your face,
Sit you down in front of that big warm fire,
Driving in the snow, trying to figure out where to go,
She'll freeze your toes, but cool your heart.