Cold Blooded Songtext
von The Future Babes
Cold Blooded Songtext
She′s a hard-headed woman, don't need no man
She′ll treat you good for a night then send you out on your ass
She's a cold-blooded bad bitch and she's reelin′ me in
She′s wearing silver and gold with her hair held up
By the flesh of every man that ever tried their luck
She don't play no games
She don′t fall in love
She don't play no games
She don′t fall in love
Well, she told me all she really needs
Is some temporary company
To waste away each day
Prayin' on a fool like me
She got no sympathy, it seems, my queen
You can find her in the back of every bar in town
Around the arm of the latest sucker she′s draggin' down
And if you bring her some bourbon, she might learn your name
She'll take you out and tune you up
And then play you like a fiddle with her talk of love
Don′t close your eyes
You won′t see her again
Don't close your eyes
You know you won′t see her again
Well, she told me all she really needs
Is some temporary company
To waste away each day
Prayin' on a fool like me
She got no sympathy, it seems, my queen
Let′s go
Well, she told me all she really needs
Is some temporary company
To waste away each day
Prayin' on a fool like me
She got no sympathy, it seems, my queen
She′ll treat you good for a night then send you out on your ass
She's a cold-blooded bad bitch and she's reelin′ me in
She′s wearing silver and gold with her hair held up
By the flesh of every man that ever tried their luck
She don't play no games
She don′t fall in love
She don't play no games
She don′t fall in love
Well, she told me all she really needs
Is some temporary company
To waste away each day
Prayin' on a fool like me
She got no sympathy, it seems, my queen
You can find her in the back of every bar in town
Around the arm of the latest sucker she′s draggin' down
And if you bring her some bourbon, she might learn your name
She'll take you out and tune you up
And then play you like a fiddle with her talk of love
Don′t close your eyes
You won′t see her again
Don't close your eyes
You know you won′t see her again
Well, she told me all she really needs
Is some temporary company
To waste away each day
Prayin' on a fool like me
She got no sympathy, it seems, my queen
Let′s go
Well, she told me all she really needs
Is some temporary company
To waste away each day
Prayin' on a fool like me
She got no sympathy, it seems, my queen
Writer(s): Andrew Thomas Evans, Carson Louis Fleischman, Ian Klin, John Mcclain Hendon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

