SMP
The frost, that perfect cold wind blowin' across your face
It's not the kill, it's the thrill of the chase
It's like being in bed with the girl of your dreams
Or eating a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream
Well you can kick me in the knee with your ski or your boot
Well that's cool when you have our roots
This is something that I will always cherish
Can't escape the fact that skiers must perish