I got my long sleeves on, baggy and way too long Nobody has questions in December But five months later, all I hear is Aren't you warm? Aren't you sweating up a storm? Are you aware that it's hotter than hell out here? Maybe I would dress for the weather If I would feel better But I have to tell him, oh, I'm freezing Hotter this season It feels so good to hide To cover what I don't like And I'll be doing fine until I step outside And somebody asks me again Aren't you warm? Aren't you sweating up a storm? Are you aware that it's hotter than hell out here? Maybe I would dress for the weather If I would feel better But I have to tell him, oh, I'm freezing Hotter this season Hotter this season It really gets to me That I can't answer truthfully Aren't you warm? Aren't you sweating up a storm? Are you aware that it's hotter than hell out here? Maybe I would dress for the weather If I would feel better But I have to tell him, oh, I'm freezing Hotter this season Hotter this season Thanks for watching!