Sidewinder

It's dry

a barren desert of sand

what wouldn't give for a helping hand

of water

before he raisins up

he'll dry out

it's dry out

smooth into your pattern and look him in the eye

flick your tongue out to see before he dies

and tease him

you're only as pretty as he sees you

the wind can blow

the sand can go

but slither right through the pattern you know

and get to him

before the vultures do

they wait for his death

I wait too

slither and tease him

sidewinder, can you give him your water

as the cool liquid slides down the dry

before he raisins up

a new kind of high

sidewinder

he's going to die

stay away from the vultures

they're the new kind of high

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