cover my silhouette in icy powder
mold the fresh flesh of snow
over my amazing features,
pack it tightly so as not to distort
my macho buffness, just encase
me in ice baby, and I'll be
the sexiest snowman alive, yeah
make me the envy of winter,
wanna be the frozen saliva
in a woman's hot mouth, warmed by
the rays of liquid lanacaine sunshine,
cause I'm sick of the routine pain
of matching patterns nine to five, weary
like a veteran fox long in the tooth and cranky,
too horny to see through the fog in the mirror.
Voulez Voulez Voulez Vous
Voulez Voulez Voulez Vous
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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