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Cold, cold, cold Cold, cold, cold Freezing, it was freezing in that hotel I had no money, my special friend was gone The TV set was busted so she went along I called room, room service, I'm down here on my knees A peach or a pear, or a coconut please, But they was cold Well it's been a month since I seen my girl Or a dime to make the call 'Cause it passed me up, or it passed me by, Or I couldn't decide at all And I'm mixed up, I'm so mixed up Don't you know I'm lonely And I wish the world would get off of my case And get on one of its own Cold, cold, cold Cold, cold, cold That woman was freezing, freezing cold Well I tried everything to warm her up Now I'm living in this cold hotel 'Cause she passed me, up or she passed me by, Or I couldn't decide at all Letras de cancionesOh I'm mixed up, yes I'm mixed up Don't you know I'm lonely Of all the things I had to do I had to fall in love You know she's cold Turn your clock back woman when you see me comin' round My feet don't, feet don't even touch the ground don't be cold, don't be cold don't be cold, don't be cold Well I was buffalo-ed in Buffalo And I was entertained in Houston New York, New York you gotta choose one It's a tripe face boogie Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah yeah Well I, I don't want your money And I don't want your time, Please don't jive me Honey And I'll give you, give you back your dime It's a hype face boogie Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah I don't dig potato chips And I can't take torts (?) Got to tripe my guacamole baby It's quackers and tripe my sauce It's a hype face boogie Going to boogie my scruples away yeah Hype boogie, hype boogie All night long... (Solos) You bring your guitar I'll bring the wine Gonna tripe my guacamole baby Just a one more time It's a hype face boogie And I say 'lookout'! From Letras Mania