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The best part of winter in the proverbial arctic is strategically not wearing a bra.
Maybe I'm wearing one.
Maybe I'm not!
You can't tell because of my four sweaters, parka, and scarf.
Maybe I don't even have boobs in the winter and they are like perennial tulips.
Surprise!

Dyke the halls with cats a merry
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Pretend to be straight to appease Uncle Larry
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Don we now our gay apparel
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Eggnog and rum so we get feral
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

See the denim vests before us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Skrillex haircuts always a plus
Faaaaa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Follow me in merry measure
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
While I tell you of rainbow treasure
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Gatheround in our hipster glasses
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Hail the new year, queers and lasses!
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Sing we joyous all in leather
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tie me to Megan Fox with a tether
Fa-la-la-la-la, laaaaa-laaaaa-laaaa-laaaaaa!