Skiers Must Perish - текст песни
Skiers Must Perish
There's something bout the cold wind blowin across a'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 eatin a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream
Well you can kick me in the D with your skate or your boot
Well that's cool, when your heads are loose
This is something that I will always cherish
Skaters hate the fact that Skiers Must Perish!
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