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Red Hot Chili Peppers - In The Snow

Red Hot Chili Peppers  - In The Snow


 My mates have all gone married now

Off living in a kindred cloud

I'm not that kind


They cuddle up with kitten's bone

They puddle in their bed at home

I still can't find


Tell me what you want to see

Tell me what you want

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it forward


Do you want to come with me?

Do you want to come?

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it closer now


I check my stupid phone again

No matter that it's 4 a.m.

It burns my eyes


A spotlight born to shine at night

Come what may it always might

Burn so bright


Tell me what you want to see

Tell me what you want

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it forward


Do you want to come with me?

Do you want to come?

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it closer now


Slow rodeo

Roll over, roll over

Slow rodeo in the snow

Slow rodeo

Hold over, roll over

Slow rodeo in the snow


High waisted, she tasted like a salacious confrontation salvation

From the salivating demarcation

Of Columbian incarnation of the patron saint of palliation

Her milk freamed and rose satin

Untamed by the silk that framed her Manhattan trap door

Which became duly unbettened

She's Latin

Out cattin'


Does everything that feels so nice

Comes with an inverted price?

I still don't know


The ball is clearly in my court

And I am happy to report

It's moving slow


Tell me what you want to see

Tell me what you want

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it forward


Do you want to come with me?

Do you want to come?

And I'll take my time

And I'll move it closer now


Slow rodeo

Roll over, roll over

Slow rodeo in the snow

Slow rodeo

Hold over, roll over


Of the humbling Colombian

Two socks and a tumble in her slumber skin

The summer wind, we crumble some

The rock and rumble of a tumbling bubble gum

Some other umblella trellis forget to tell us

The mellow tangelo is jelous

For the various and not necessarily contrary shell show

She said "hell no"

The cook bottom temble varies like Autumn

Lights soft the cost

The Fibonacci lost her sauce

Into the last remaining hostage boss

Sweet toss

Now I lay me down to reap the sleep of your selective sedative

Repetitive

And uncredited she comes

Well vetted

Gracefully and studied

Blue stadiness

The wrath of the math

The not yet fractured tabernacle

Of the Basil Ruthbone

And the last disaster casting

Impassible laughter

Blocks my path

Blue chaff

Blue chaff

Blue chaff

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