It's a habit of yours which I'd like to stop
Kind of a pain when the panes are left ajar
Ooh, breezy, gets in my nooks
Ask me about it for once in your damn life
Maybe I don't like the ice wind on my thighs
Ooh, breezy, gets in my nooks

Say I could be usin' some fresh air, well, I don't
I'll judge that for myself, still got functionin' lungs
Too breezy, gets in my nooks

You think that it's up to you? It's my life
I prefer the air-con than what's from outside
Way too breezy, gets in my nooks
Want you to cut it out, man, your attitude blows
Gettin' really sick of this, oh, no, no
Hate when that wind gets in my nooks

Yeah, tempted to start gluin' shut all of my windows
I've rebuffed your "help" an amount that's enough
Way too breezy, gets in my nooks
Yeah, it blows all the dust right into my lungs, dude
Yes, I keep my shelves dusted, still happens, it's true
Way too breezy, gets in my nooks

Told you I hate it
Too many times, I can't take it
It's such a basic
Thing to understand "No", you've failed it

I told you, I hate it (you can't be this stupid, you know 'bout what I loathe)
Simply don't like it, explained it (done the bit to death, but you insist on gusts)
Must I display it (yeah, got to get this stuck inside both your lobes, dude)
On a t-shirt so you'll retain it (might tattoo on my forehead "Leave the Pane Shut, Douche")?
That wind, I hate it (yeah, that gust is infusin' pure ice into my bones)
No, I don't find it that bracin' (claim it's for my health, so is a heavy punch)
Fine, you can take it (keep it to yourself, bud, I don't look good in blue)
But I can't, it's really that basic (I might melt? I'd prefer that to your lectures, dude)

Way too breezy, gets in my nooks
Way too breezy, gets in my nooks