Doris Day

The bar band is playing summertime where the lights are low

I'm skipping 'round now, bar to bar, wondering where to go

I'm on my way to 'Frisco Bay from a port in New Orleans

I'm walking 'round to satisfy on account of Ms. Louise

Though I knew she could devour all of my heart in an hour

Even in dreams I'd have

Though I always knew I would lose her and turn into a substance abuser

Doris Day, you got such a cold-blooded way

I recall the posted wall and the theatre shows

And the gloomy dressing room and the bullet holes

"Can I really trust you, dear?" she asked from her window sill

Where she clipped her finger tips and rolled a dollar bill

Then she hid a gun in the oven when the two detectives were coming

Offered them coffee and cake

Then they returned the money she asked for that was found on the dashboard

Oh Doris, dear, it's been such a cold-blooded year

I could lay and watch the swaying curtains in the night

I could see their witness seated in the station light

And the rows of bullet holes in a shirt of red and white

I could hear my Doris dear in the sad and silent night

Though I know I'm only human and my death is forever looming

On an unassuming night

So this breath I'll be repeating while my heart is violently beating

Doris Day, you got such a cold-blooded way

The bar band is packing in and all the dancing's done

Weatherman gave a bad report - rainy days to come

If your fare should take you where the city squares are dark

Please relay to Doris Day that I've died in Central Park

Where there's smoke or accordians playing in a parlor room, she'll be swaying

Gliding across the wooden floor

And as the sad awnings are dripping, my stereo will be skipping

Singing, "Doris Day, you got such a cold-blooded way."

Such a terrible dove

That's my cold-blooded love