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