(Lyrics: Stephen ShareauxMusic: Rob Grad, Mike Marquis)At night I sleep alone with memoriesMemories of herSheddin' her skin at my bedsideShe slithers her way into my mindFrustration, my mind is playing tricks on meHow could this be? How could this be?Conviction seems like fiction to meWhite sheet heaven calling out for moreFrustration, my mind is playing tricks on meHow could this be?'Cause she's got rattlesnake eyes and cinnamon kissesStrawberry jam, that's why they call her Mrs.Rattlesnake eyes and cinnamon kissesI've been messin' around with a snake on the sideFrustration, my mind is playing tricks on meHow could this be?Hey, hey, heyOoo, watch outFor a snake on the sideOoo, a snake on the sideYeah, a snake on the sideHey, hey, heyWith a snake on the sideShe's got those rattlesnake eyesShe's a rattlesnake