Mel Torm — Warm Hands Cold Heart

Warm hands, cold heart How well I've learned to know its meaning When I'm with you Warm lips, lips that invited me, they so excited me I fell in spite of me, what could I do? Warm eyes, soft sighs, how well I know the spell And yet like a fool I stay Warm hands, I know all the charms you weave I know how your eyes deceive I know it's all make-believe For your cold heart gives you away Yes, your cold heart gives you away Warm hands, I know all the charms you weave I know how your arms deceive I know it's all make-believe For your cold heart gives you away Yes, your cold heart gives you away