January

 I was born in the cold,       
 unforgiving month of January       
 and every year it is urging me      
 to cover myself up       
 coz I've been exposed       
 too long in the cold       
 and it would       
 eventually kill me       
 if I don't.   
  But I said No       
 coz I know for sure,       
 nobody would love me       
 if I drop all of my guards down       
 and put some of my clothes on       
 and that would kill me faster       
 than being loved like this,    
  by the many men       
 whom I beg warmth for       
 to make me last,       
       
 for just another day...