In "WINTER LOVER," Chlöe turns a holiday romance into a cozy, possessive declaration. The love began under mistletoe and quickly became all-consuming, so much that leaving never crosses her mind. The cold outside only sharpens the warmth of staying in together, where being wrapped up like a gift and kissed while it snows feels like the whole point of the season. The repeated claim that he is hers, paired with the image of him as a present waiting under the tree, frames this relationship as both a luxury and a promise she refuses to release.
WINTER LOVER Lyrics by Chlöe
We fell in love under mistletoe
We lost our minds and we didn’t know
Up on your skin, never letting go
All I want is you
I’m never finding me over to your place
I’ve never left since that Saturday
When I’m with you, it’s a holiday
All I want is you
Boy, you’re mine
Boy, you’re mine
Boy, you’re mine
You’re my winter lover
Winter lover, under covers
You’re my winter lover
Yeah, you are my winter lover, hold me closer
You’re my winter lover (Boy, you’re mine)
You’re a gift that is just for me (Me)
Waiting there underneath the tree (Tree, tree)
Loving you is a luxury
All I want is you
Come keep me warm by the fireplace (Place)
We’re staying in for the holidays (Days)
It’s so cold, but my heart’s our place (Place)
All I want is you
Boy, you’re mine ([?], then you shouldn’t be my boy then)
Boy, you’re mine (If you couldn’t lay up under me, I wouldn’t dare then)
Boy, you’re mine (Would you last forever? More than just a [?], like a promise)
You’re my winter lover
Wrap me up all in a bow
Kiss me slowly while it snows
It’s cuffing season as you know
Sorry, but you can’t let go
Boy, you’re my winter lover, under covers (Boy, you’re mine)
You’re my winter lover (Boy, you’re mine)
Yeah, you are my winter lover, hold me closer
You’re my winter lover
Winter lover, under covers (Wrap me up all in a bow)
You’re my winter lover (Kiss me slowly while it snows)
Yeah, you are my winter lover, hold me closer (It’s cuffing season as you know)
You’re my winter lover (Sorry, but you can’t let go)
Boy, you’re mine
