a year ago , i was confined in a prison cell with one . no fire ... but also no pile of snow in front of the door . the first one went to james . the day was still cloudy and cold and i could feel the heat reaching me from beyond the ring of dancers . um sorry , maria apologized when he snatched the rest of her cookies . this night was just getting where the hell are you ? `` what does a woman in love sound like ? '' 