Oh, Ms. Believer

Oh Ms. Believer
My pretty sleeper
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road
Your shaking shoulders prove that it’s colder
Inside your head, in the winter of death
I will tell you, I love you
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears
My nose and feet are running as we start
To travel through snow
Together we go
We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk so much slower
Oh Ms. Believer
My pretty weeper
Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops
Please take my hand
We’re in foreign land
As we travel through snow
Together we go
Together we go
We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk so much slower