You cant think I'd ever be a snake.

You can't believe the places I've been.

But I can tell you how bad it itches

When I need to shed my skin.

You can't imagine I'd find a dark closet

And slither down the arm of a winter coat,

But you don't know how bad it itches,

When the old skin has got to go.

Others can smile and take medication,

Let their skin grow and grow,

Have forty layers of dead skin covering

All that shiny new with the sluffy old.

You can't imagine I'd find a dark closet

And slither down the arm of a winter coat,

But you don't know how bad it itches,

When the old skin has got to go.

-jenn