Cold Cold Cold کے بول

You told me you loved me You know, you told me a lie I thought I was your something special I thought I was your (only-est guy) You said that I was way more Better than the finest of gold I guess that I was on the biggest thrill Of the biggest lie that you ever told It's too cold, cold, cold The way you wreck my soul And it's too cold, cold, cold The way you wreck my soul The taste of your lips You do me up, alright To let me love you, baby Like you used to do each and every night When you first arrived Down on my country set All the fellows in the neighborhood They started digging you, they ain't stopped yet It's too cold, cold, cold The way you wreck my soul And it's too cold, cold, cold The way you wreck my soul Baby and I just can't dig it You been rippin' and runnin' with Tom, Dick and Slim And it hurts me to my heart (Knowing that they ain't givin' you no money child For what you givin' them) And it's too cold, cold, cold The way you wreck my soul