I was following the
I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
With scars of red tied around their throats
To keep their little heads from falling in the snow
And I turn around and there you go
And Michael you would fall and turn the white snow red
As strawberries in the summertime
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
With scars of red tied around their throats
To keep their little heads from falling in the snow
And I turn around and there you go
And Michael you would fall and turn the white snow red
As strawberries in the summertime
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
With scars of red tied around their throats
To keep their little heads from falling in the snow
And I turn around and there you go
And Michael you would fall and turn the white snow red
As strawberries in the summertime