John Garcia - Writhe lyrics

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