January’s woman melts the snow. February’s woman is good to go March she blows like the wind Aprils woman is sad then warmingly glad May the shackles are off June in bed till noon July love on the beach August same woman, roll on september September’s woman is petite and coy October is comfort and joy November’s woman is fireworks, this is the one December’s woman is ice cold, she’s just found out what i've being doing for the last eleven months and wants a divorce.