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Goldfinger - S.M.P. lyrics
There's something bout that cold wind blowin 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 eatin a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream Well you can kick me in the knee with your ski or your boot Well that's cool on your hill of rules This is something that I will always cherish Parents hate the fact that skiers must perish! |
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