LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeIn The Snow
My mates have all gone married nowOff living in a kindred cloudI'm not that kindThey cuddle up with kitten's boneThey puddle in their beds at homeI still can't findTell me what you want to seeTell me what you wantAnd I'll take my timeAnd I'll move it forwardDo you want to come with meDo you want to comeAnd I'll take my timeAnd I'll move it closer nowI check my stupid phone againNo matter that it's 4 amIt burns my eyesA spotlight born to shine at nightCome what may it always mightBurn so brightTell me what you want to seeTell me what you wantAnd I'll take my timeAnd I'll move it forwardDo you want to comе with meDo you want to comeAnd I'll take my timеAnd I'll move it closer nowSlow rodeoRoll over, roll overSlow rodeo in the snowSlow rodeoHold over, roll overSlow rodeo in the snowHigh waisted she tasted like a salaciousconfrontation salvationFrom the salivating demarcationOf Columbian incarnation of the patron saint of palliationHer milk framed and rose satinUntamed by the silkThat framed her Manhattan trap doorWhich became duly unbattenedShe's LatinOut cattin'Does everything that feels so niceCome with an inverted price?I still don't knowThe ball is clearly in my courtAnd I am happy to reportIt's moving slowTell me what you want to seeTell me what you wantAnd I'll take my timeAnd I'll move it forwardDo you want to come with meDo you want to comeAnd I'll take my timeAnd I'll move it closer nowSlow rodeoRoll over, roll overSlow rodeo in the snowSlow rodeoHold over, roll overOf the humbling ColombianTwo socks and a tumble in her slumber skinThe summer wind, we crumble someThe rock and rumble of a tumbling bubble gumSome other umbrella trellis forgot to tell usThe mellow tangelo is jealousFor the various and not necessarily contrary shell showShe said: Hell noThe cock bottom temple varies like AutumnLights soft the costThe Fibonacci lost her sauceInto the last remaining hostage bossSweet tossNow I lay me downto reap the sleep of your selective sedativeRepetitiveAn uncredited she comesWell-vettedGracefully and studiedBlue steadinessThe wrath the mathThe not yet fractured tabernacleOf the Basil RathboneAnd the last disaster castingImpassible laughterBlocks my pathBlue chaff, blue chaff, blue chaff
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