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S.M.P.
(album: Hang-ups)
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
Well you can kick me in the knee
With your ski or your boot
Well that´s cool
On your head all root
This is something that
I will always cherish
Here to state the fact that
Skiers Must Perish
