At night I sleep alone with memories
Memories of her
Sheddin' her skin at my bedside
She slithers her way into my mind
Frustration, my mind is playing tricks on me
How could this be? How could this be?
Conviction seems like fiction to me
White sheet heaven calling out for more
Frustration, my mind is playing tricks on me
How could this be?
'Cause she's got rattlesnake eyes and cinnamon kisses
Strawberry jam, that's why they call her Mrs.
Rattlesnake eyes and cinnamon kisses
I've been messin' around with a snake on the side
Frustration, my mind is playing tricks on me
How could this be?
Hey, hey, hey
Ooo, watch out
For a snake on the side
Ooo, a snake on the side
Yeah, a snake on the side
Hey, hey, hey
With a snake on the side
She's got those rattlesnake eyes
She's a rattlesnake