Suddenly I'm a cold front
Who put out the fire?
When I said I was on it
Was I just a liar?
One chance to please me
And I get queasy
This isn't easy
You swore it would be
But as I get older
These hands that hold her
Are growing colder
Over the shoulder
So where do you think you are?
What gives you the right
When two hands are joined together
Which one holds too tight? Tight, tight
One chance to please me
And I get queasy
This isn't easy
You swore it would be
But as I get older
These hands that hold her
Are growing colder
Over the shoulder
One chance to please me
I get queasy
This isn't easy
You swore it would be
As I get older
These hands that hold her
Are growing colder
Over the shoulder
One chance to please me
I get queasy
This isn't easy
You swore it would be
But as I get older
These hands that hold her
Are growing colder
Are growing colder
Are growing colder
Strong as hurt