Oh Ms. Believer

Oh, Miss Believer

My pretty sleeper

Your twisted mind

Is like snow on the road,

Your shaking shoulders

Prove that it's colder

Inside your head

Than the winter of deadI 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 goTogether we goWe get colder

As we grow older

We will walk, so much slowerOh, Miss 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 goTogether we goWe get colder

As we grow older

We will walk, so much slower

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