Goldfinger - Skiers Must Perish

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Artísta: Goldfinger

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Letra 'Skiers Must Perish'

There s something bout the
Cold wind blowing 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 eating a pint of
Ben & Jerry s ice cream
Well you can kick me in the knee
With your ski or your boot
Well that s cool
On your head all root
This is something that
I will always cherish
Here to state the fact that
Skiers Must Perish