When it snows I want summer
When it's warm I want snow
It's the way that I've been
As long as I know.
After a big salty meal
I'll want something so sweet
If I've been in the forest
I'll crave a busy, bustling street.
On a train through the cane fields
Or in a ski lodge
There are things that I want
That are always at odds.
If I've worn my black shoes
I'll wish I'd worn red
I'll regret choosing daisies
Instead of elegant orchids.
If you ask where I'm happiest
I'll say, 'Oh, I don't know'
But the truth of the matter
Is that I'm happiest at home.
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