Virgin Men and the Snow Queen

Virgin man and his snow Queens, with the marriage made in never never never land, with her ladys in Red awaiting for the last dance, all line up for kiss of dead, waiting all in a row white icly cold is there hear, pure as the first snow, like a powder of delight, the kiss you never forget a wedding without a licenses, know one understands and you live your life for just one more kiss that thats you to paradise, and you roll the dice just one more time to be with the snow queen just one more time just one more time the marriage make in the white white pure snow.