Snakes

Growing up in the backwoods

My daddy raised me good

Said, "Girl, gotta look down where you're walking, walking

They're kinda hard to spot

Blend in with the river rocks

Better run, run, that cottonmouth ain't stopping"

The older I get, they don't hiss, they kiss

They don't slither, they drive in a real nice ride

And they pick you up at night

Snakes

I ain't talking 'bout the ones on the ground

I'm just talking 'bout the ones with that brown-eyed venom

You won't know it when you're with 'em

Till your heart gets bitten and it breaks

Snakes

Snakes

Arms all around your waste

They'll lie right to your face

And tell you you're the one that's crazy, crazy

They've got some killer moves

The voodoo that they do

And all they have to say is "Baby, baby"

Snakes

I ain't talking 'bout the ones on the ground

I'm just talking 'bout the ones with that brown-eyed venom

You won't know it when you're with 'em

Till your heart gets bitten and it breaks

I hate snakes

Snakes

The older I get, they don't hiss, they kiss

They don't slither, they drive in a real nice ride

And they pick you up at night

Snakes

I ain't talking 'bout the ones on the ground

I'm just talking 'bout the ones with that brown-eyed venom

You won't know it when you're with 'em

Till your heart gets bitten and it breaks

Snakes

I ain't talking 'bout the ones on the ground

I'm just talking 'bout the ones with that brown-eyed venom

You won't know it when you're with 'em

Till your heart gets bitten and it breaks

Till your heart gets bitten and it breaks

I hate snakes

I hate snakes

Snakes

Mmm, Snakes

I hate snakes