Rick Springfield - Cold Feet Lyrics
He just turned seventeenWhen the moment cameHe was standing on the cornerIn the pouring rainShe pulled up along sideAnd rolled the window downAnd said can I drive youTo some part of townHes sitting beside herWith a great big smileThe lady had classIt stood out a mileHis heart was beatingLike a big bass drumThinking at lastHis time had finally comeHe started talkin fastTrying to loosen upBut he just felt kinda stupidSo he shut upShe said dont think Im fastcause Im really notBut his fever went all wildIt was getting hotShe pulled into the drivewayOf a big brown stoneHe was champing at the bitAnd then her heart be toldShe said my husbands workingHell be gong all dayBut he couldnt believe itWhen he heard himself sayIm getting cold feetIm getting cold feetLady dont ya hear me talking to youHey theres something that you can doIm so nervous I just might shoot youIve got them cold, cold feetWell a couple years onAnd our heros grownHes a professional musicianWith a band of his ownHadnt had much luckWith the girls that he meetsMight get another case of terminal cold feetHe met a girl not too long agoShe thought she could change himBut it wasnt soAs soon as she mentioned long term romanceHe went into that same old song and danceIm getting cold feetC-c-c-c-c- cold feetIm getting cold feetC -c-c-c-c- cold feetMamma dont ya hear me talkin to youNo aint there something that you can doIm so nervous I just might shoot youIve got cold, cold, cold, coldUpset about itCold, cold, cold, coldYou know I gottemCold, cold, cold, coldSaid Ive got them cold, cold feetHe increased his quotaOf one night standsIt was kind of a complexYou understandHe would treatem real meanHe was low down and dirtyNow hes gotta make some changesCause hes nearly thirtyCause see he had a dreamJust the other nightHe was standing in gods ever present lightAnd God said, Id like to let your life run its coarseBut youd understand Im having second thoughtsIm getting cold feetC-c-c-c- cold feetIm getting cold feetC-c-c-c- cold feetRichard dont ya here me talking to youI think you know what you have to doYou gotta make some changesYou got themCold, cold, cold, coldTheyre getting rigidCold, cold, cold, coldYoure getting frigidCold, cold, cold, coldI said you got them cold, cold feet
