Texty
I'm a traveling salesman from top to bottom
Trading my wares for a quick love affair
Your damning desires have brought me here
But there's no need to fear
There's snow in one pocket for anyone who wants it
Crystals in the other if you care to bother
In my winter cold there's a world you want to know
Oh, how these winds do blow
Did you see what you want? Did it catch your eye?
Did you go on a trip or sink into the pits?
Will next time be better? Did you want to try another?
Here's a special offer
Old Molly's a girl you may want to know
Aunt Nora is surely the way you want to go
She'll turn you to ice, oh, but don't it feel nice?
On pure white paradise
Written by: Joanna Green, Peter Green
