Everyone seems to sing for satan
Guess i will too
What a joke, you make me laugh
Til i turn blue
Everyone's hair is out to there
What a manly lookin crew
I don't think i'll tease my hair
I'd rather sit here, teasin you
Won't you writhe, like snakes down on the floor?
Out you go, and in come one hundred and more
I seem to've lost my cowboy boots
With green fringe runnin down the side
My sewing machine has made me green
Cause my jeans didn't turn out tight
And all these roads i burn for you
You keep my livin alive
Your smile overweighs the miles
And your kiss makes it worth the while
Won't you writhe, like snakes down on the floor?
Out you go, and in come one hundred and more