Lyrics
Everyone seems to be servin' 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 teasing you
Won't you writhe like snakes down on the floor?
Out you go and in come one hundred and more
I seem to 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 turn for you
You keep my livin' alive
Your smile overweighs the miles
And your kiss makes it worth the ride
Won't you writhe like snakes down on the floor?
Out you go and in come one hundred and more
