Little Feat - Cold, Cold, Cold [#][Outtake] Lyrics
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Cold, Cold, Cold [#][Outtake]
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What Are The Lyrics For Cold, Cold, Cold [#][Outtake] By Little Feat?
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold Freezing it was freezing in that hotel I had no, money, my special friend was gone The TV set was busted so she went along I called room service, I'm down here on My knees, a peach, or a pear or a coconut please But they was cold Well it's been a month since I seen my girl Or a dime to make the call 'cause it passed Me up or it passed me by or I couldn't decide At all and I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed up Don't you know I'm lonely and I wish the world Would get off my case and get on one of its own Cold, cold, cold Cold, cold, cold That woman was freezing, freezing cold Well I tried everything to warm her up Now I'm living in the cold hotel 'cause She passed me up or she passed me by or I Couldn't decide at all, Oh I'm mixed up Yes I'm mixed up, don't you know I'm lonely Of all the things I had to do I had to fall In love you know she's cold Turn your clock back woman when you see me Comin' round, my feet don't even, don't even Touch the ground Don't be cold, don't be cold Don't be cold, don't be cold |
Who Wrote Cold, Cold, Cold [#][Outtake] By Little Feat?
Mac Rebennack, Jessie Hill, Alvin Robinson
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What's The Duration Of The Cold, Cold, Cold [#][Outtake] By Little Feat?The duration of Cold, Cold, Cold [#][Outtake] is 5:18 minutes and seconds. |
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