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This adder's kiss I'm wettly threatening you with But I'm a shy snake I'm crawling low with my head down so you won't notice me Ran away When I came clean But the chances are you'll feel this way again She thinks all us snakes are men She Knows all of us are sailors with our hard hands, and our foul mouths, and our rough chins. If I had to find the bigger sex - Sorely out of luck, but never looking up. So afraid of everything, It's amazing that I breathe. and our foul mouths and our rough chins your soft chin my rough chin Aus Songtexte Mania