Frédérique Spigt
Cold
> 1996 - Con la piccola orchestra
Cold (4:13) Tell me what is on your mind Don’t make me feel I’m using up your time I wanna get through to you I can’t get through to you Did I say something wrong And have you been hiding it all along I wanna get through to you Can’t get through to you You make me feel less of a person Won’t you give me the reason why You’re cold Stone cold Like the barrel of a gun You’re cold Stone cold Like a skeleton Is it my disease to please That gives you cold shivers And chattering teeth I wanna get close to you I can’t get close to you All you do is moan and mooch And if you smile You’re spitting up your cubes I wanna get close to you Now I cannot get close to you You make me feel less of a person Oh won’t you give me the reason why You’re cold Stone cold Like the barrel of a gun You’re cold Stone cold Like a skeleton How can you make me feel so out of place All the roses I gave you blew up in my face You’re cold Stone cold Like the barrel of a gun You’re cold Stone cold Like a skeleton You’re cold Stone, stone cold Like the barrel of a gun You’re cold Stone cold Like the moon often you’re cold Muziek/tekst: Frédérique Spigt. (P) 1996 Pixy Music/Peer Music (C) 1996 Peer-Southern Productions-bv
Cold
> 1996 - Con la piccola orchestra
Cold (4:13) Tell me what is on your mind Don’t make me feel I’m using up your time I wanna get through to you I can’t get through to you Did I say something wrong And have you been hiding it all along I wanna get through to you Can’t get through to you You make me feel less of a person Won’t you give me the reason why You’re cold Stone cold Like the barrel of a gun You’re cold Stone cold Like a skeleton Is it my disease to please That gives you cold shivers And chattering teeth I wanna get close to you I can’t get close to you All you do is moan and mooch And if you smile You’re spitting up your cubes I wanna get close to you Now I cannot get close to you You make me feel less of a person Oh won’t you give me the reason why You’re cold Stone cold Like the barrel of a gun You’re cold Stone cold Like a skeleton How can you make me feel so out of place All the roses I gave you blew up in my face You’re cold Stone cold Like the barrel of a gun You’re cold Stone cold Like a skeleton You’re cold Stone, stone cold Like the barrel of a gun You’re cold Stone cold Like the moon often you’re cold Muziek/tekst: Frédérique Spigt. (P) 1996 Pixy Music/Peer Music (C) 1996 Peer-Southern Productions-bv Frédérique Spigt