Grab your coat. And those things. Without any fingers. The peach ones. That keeps you warm. In the southern winter. Off I go window shopping with my mum. We? ll go whistling Dixie down the lane. So who cares our purse is almost empty. I? m the richest girl in Dixie land. Look away. Look again. She is still. Holding my hand. Holding my hand. Grab your coat. The cloudy blue one. With the stripy buttons. That keeps you warm. In the southern winter. Off I go window shopping with my mum. We? ll go whistling Dixie down the lane. So who cares our purse is almost empty. I? m the richest girl in Dixie land. Look away. Look again. She is still. Holding my hand. Holding my hand. Look away. Look again. She is still. Holding my hand. Holding my hand