Fond Of Pine Forests For Refreshing

I’m too heated with my protests
I wanna stop to fret and fume
I was living in the dusky hut
I was quit of evening shopping
We need some modesty
My fingers wiped off this frost-work
Wh do you intend in this fuggy room?
I’m rather fond of pine-forests for refreshing
I found then very fashinating
Well, that was certainly one of the empty place of the season
I was glad that I was there, yeah definitely
It’s a pity you didn’t walk with me
I’m cold… without you