This adder's kiss   I'm wettly threatening you with   But I'm a shy snake   I'm crawling low with my head down so you won't notice me      Ran away    When I came clean    But the chances are you'll feel this way again    She thinks all us snakes are men    She Knows all of us are sailors with our hard hands, and our foul mouths, and our rough chins.       If I had to find the bigger sex -    Sorely out of luck, but never looking up.    So afraid of everything,    It's amazing that I breathe.       and our foul mouths   and our rough chins   your soft chin    my rough chin