Goldfinger - S.M.P. Lyrics
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S.M.P.
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What Are The Lyrics For S.M.P. By Goldfinger?
There's something 'bout the cold wind
Blowing across your face It's not the kill, it's the thrill of the chase It's like being in bed with the girl of your dreams Or eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's ice cream Well you can kick me in the knee with your ski or your boot Well that's cool on your head all root This is something that I will always cherish Here to state the fact that skiers must perish |
Who Wrote S.M.P. By Goldfinger?
John William Feldmann
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What's The Duration Of The S.M.P. By Goldfinger?The duration of S.M.P. is 1:01 minutes and seconds. |
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