Warm Hands

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