S.M.P.

Lyrics
[Verse 1] There's something 'bout the cold wind blowing across your face It's not the kill, it's the thrill of the chase It's like being in bed with the girl of your dreams Or eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's ice cream [Verse 2] Well, you can kick me in the knee with your ski or your boot Well, that's cool on your head I'll root This is something that I will always cherish Here to state the fact that skiers must perish
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Credits
- Writers
- John Feldmann