He had: warm hands, cold heart Tryin' to love and tryin' to please Wit, charm, a head start, almost brought me to my knees Warm hands, cold heart, trying to love a better day Almost spirited me away
My will left home, packed its bags and flew away Dashing was my succour, was my weakness I was so alone, would have stayed that way a thousand days I enjoyed his bitter, not his sweetness
He was messin' with my psyche, he was playin' with my mind Adventure and excitement, can be hard to find But the pleasure in the danger, was so intoxicating I had to break away. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Warm hands, cold heart Wit, charm, head start Warm hands, cold heart Wit, charm, head start
