Oh, Ms. Belieeever, my pretty sleeper..
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's coooolder
Inside your head than the winter of dead....
I will tell you I love you....
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fearsss
My nose and feet are running as we start...
To travel through snoooow
Together we goooooooo......
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