Goldfinger Smp Lyrics

Smp Lyrics

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 roost
This is something that
I will always
cherish
Here to state the fact that
Skiers Must Perish