Snowball
Gerald V. Casale / Mark Mothersbaugh
My baby took our love
and then she rolled it up
rolled it up a hill
like a ball of show
like a showball grows
until it gets too big
until she lost control
and it rolled back down
she took a tiny bit
and rolled it up again
slower than before
she went a step too far
she had to let it go
i saw it go straight down
my baby turned around
started up again
eyes were made for looking'
hands were made for holdin'
hearts were made for lovin'
lips were made for kissin'
legs were made for walkin'
tracks were made to follow
that's what i'm gonna do
two tracks in the show
two tracks up that hill
my heart broke
when my baby left two tracks behind