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.
Copyright © Diane Henning | Year Posted 2007
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