"Sure, she's got mousy brown hair and a snaggle tooth and an oily forehead. | |
Did your mother hover over you, snaggle-toothed and doting, as you now hover over me? | |
God be with you, you snaggle-toothed vultures. | |
He had like a snaggle tooth And i hated that black rabbit so much, | |
Instead, every morning I look through my cornflakes to see your big, mad, snaggle-toothed head. | |
"Sure, she's got mousy brown hair and a snaggle tooth and an oily forehead. | |
Did your mother hover over you, snaggle-toothed and doting, as you now hover over me? | |
God be with you, you snaggle-toothed vultures. | |
He had like a snaggle tooth And i hated that black rabbit so much, | |
Instead, every morning I look through my cornflakes to see your big, mad, snaggle-toothed head. | |
For a man that's got a despise for women, you sure do get all snaggled up with them. | |
I didn't know that your hair got all snaggled up in your curling pole, and I left. | |
For a man that's got a despise for women, you sure do get all snaggled up with them. | |
I didn't know that your hair got all snaggled up in your curling pole, and I left. | |