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texas snow
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Baby, were you satisfied
Maybe, you were out of line
All the creatures shriveled up and died
And you smiled because you made them
With your wicked mind
Friday you were feeling fine
And now Sunday you were surfing time
You were shaking like a bag of bones
'Cause your standing to your shoulders in the Texas snow
You can drift on the time zones
Hunching over hanging low, below
It's the way of all your weapons
It makes you slow, it makes you slow
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, were you satisfied
Maybe, you were out of line
All the creatures shriveled up and died
And you smiled because you made them
With your wicked mind
With your wicked mind
With your wicked mind
With your wicked mind
With your wicked mind