Lyrics:

Walking
To my house
Have White snow
So you don't know
You're ill
When the thrill is gone
How you gonna fake it all
'Til the end of end time ?
White snow
Snow White
Calls out
Sometimes
I feel
Like I don't know
What I'm doing
On a Sunday morning
The kids are watching
Commercials on the screen :
'In the market of love, why don't you bring out, Mrs Jones ?'
Your old mattress
Your old mistress
All our pin-ups are lowfat !'
So when the thrill is gone
How you gonna fake it all
'Til the end of end time ?
Have white snow
Snow white
Calls out
Sometimes
I feel like I don't know
What I've done
Walking
Walking to my house...
I must be sniffing
Snow-White
Now I feel
What the dwarves feel...