I know you’re the wayward kind
The way you always drag behind
Show me a horse and I’ll feed it hay
Show me the cart and I’ll throw it away
Prettiest face I’ve ever seen
It looked like something in a magazine
To a blind man it’s plain to see
That I need you and you need me

I’ve got cold feetit’s a-crazy chasin’
When things get serioustime is a-wastin’
I’d cross my fingers but they don’t seem to meet
There’s no need to tell me that I’ve got cold feeta-ha-ha

Took me home to tell your dad
That you were the best girl I’ve ever had
I stayed for dinnerI couldn’t refuse
I spilt the tea and I ate the news
Ahyou must think you’re really neat
Got me tied down to my seat
I can’t moveit’s hard to think
With cramp in my eyelids and I can’t blink

WellI’ve got cold feetit’s a-crazy chasin’
Things get serioustime is a-wastin’
I cross my fingers but they don’t seem to meet
There’s no need to tell me that I’ve got cold feeta-ha-ha
A-ha-ha




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