Richard Thompson - Cold Feet Lyrics
I know you're the wayward kindThe way you always drag behindShow me a horse and I'll feed it hayShow me the cart and I'll throw it awayPrettiest face I've ever seenIt looked like something in a magazineTo a blind man it's plain to seeThat I need you and you need meI've got cold feet, it's a-crazy chasin'Things get serious, time is a-wastin'I cross my fingers but they don't seem to meetThere's no need to tell me that I've got cold feet, ah ha haTook me home to tell your dadThat you were the best girl I've ever hadI stayed for dinner, I couldn't refuseI spilt the tea and I ?ate? the newsAh, you must think you're really neatGot me tied down to my seatI can't move, it's hard to thinkCramp in my eyes and I can't blinkWell, I've got cold feet, it's a-crazy chasin'Things get serious, time is a-wastin'I cross my fingers but they don't seem to meetThere's no need to tell me that I've got cold feet, ah ha haAh ha ha ha