Lirik Lagu Cold Cold Cold / Tripe Face Boogie - Little Feat
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Medley:Cold Cold Cold - Lowell GeorgeTripe Face Boogie - Bill Payne, Richard Hayward
Cold, cold, coldCold, cold, coldFreezing, it was freezing in that hotelI had no money, my special friend was goneThe TV set was busted so she went alongI called room, room service,I'm down here on my kneesI said a peach or a pear, or a coconut please,But they was coldWell it's been a month since I seen my girlOr a dime to make the call'Cause it passed me up, or it passed me by,Or I couldn't decide at allAnd I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed upDon't you know I'm lonelyAll the things I had to doI had to fall in loveYou know she's cold
Cold, cold, coldCold, cold, coldThat woman is freezing, freezing coldWell I tried everything to warm her upNow I'm living in this cold hotel'Cause she passed me, up or she passed me by,Or I couldn't decide at allAnd I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed upDon't you know I'm lonelyOf all the things I had to doI had to fall in loveYou know she's cold
Turn your clock back woman when you see me comin' roundMy feet don't, feet don't even touch the groundYah, ya know she's coldOh she's cold (cold)Ya know she's cold (cold)Know she's cold (cold)Cold (cold, cold, cold)
Buffaloed in BuffaloAnd I was entertained in HoustonNew York, yew nork, you got to choose oneCause it's a tripe face boogieGoing to boogie my sneakers away
Well I don't want your moneyAnd I don't want your timePlease don't tripe me honeyAnd I'll give you back your dime
It's a hype face boogiegoing to boogie my sneakers away
Now I don't dig potato chipsAnd I can't dig tortsBut you can tripe my guacamole baby (it's a guaca)
Cold, cold, coldCold, cold, coldFreezing, it was freezing in that hotelI had no money, my special friend was goneThe TV set was busted so she went alongI called room, room service,I'm down here on my kneesI said a peach or a pear, or a coconut please,But they was coldWell it's been a month since I seen my girlOr a dime to make the call'Cause it passed me up, or it passed me by,Or I couldn't decide at allAnd I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed upDon't you know I'm lonelyAll the things I had to doI had to fall in loveYou know she's cold
Cold, cold, coldCold, cold, coldThat woman is freezing, freezing coldWell I tried everything to warm her upNow I'm living in this cold hotel'Cause she passed me, up or she passed me by,Or I couldn't decide at allAnd I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed upDon't you know I'm lonelyOf all the things I had to doI had to fall in loveYou know she's cold
Turn your clock back woman when you see me comin' roundMy feet don't, feet don't even touch the groundYah, ya know she's coldOh she's cold (cold)Ya know she's cold (cold)Know she's cold (cold)Cold (cold, cold, cold)
Buffaloed in BuffaloAnd I was entertained in HoustonNew York, yew nork, you got to choose oneCause it's a tripe face boogieGoing to boogie my sneakers away
Well I don't want your moneyAnd I don't want your timePlease don't tripe me honeyAnd I'll give you back your dime
It's a hype face boogiegoing to boogie my sneakers away
Now I don't dig potato chipsAnd I can't dig tortsBut you can tripe my guacamole baby (it's a guaca)
