Your voice is like a snakebite
If that snake had smoked a thousand cigarettes
And only spoke Spanish, or Italian, I never could tell
If it had hands
That were always covered with dirt, rough like rocks in the river
And its venom were smoke made out of honey
Your voice is like a snakebite, I can feel it in my blood
Your voice is like a snakebite
I want to **** the poison out