Soft as snow, but colder than the wind
That blows away my tears of joy
Brought on by
meeting you
You say
in your softened eyes,
cold tone That maybe we could meet
for drinks again one day
Not a chance,
I should have told you off Like I swore to do
Not a chance,
I swore I'd keep away and leave you
It's my way or the highway,
you're not Mr. Chill
If looks
could freeze, you'd turn into an ice cube now
Cold memories of wintertime,
snow bites haunt me down
We slide away,
feather on to thin blue
ice I'm calling out to put the next round on my tab
Not a chance,
I should have told you off Like I swore to do
Not a chance,
I swore I'd keep away and leave you
It's my way or the highway,
you're not Mr. Chill
There
you grin,
sucking on your line With gin,
you know that soon enough
My shield of ice will burn A heatwave melts my heart
A drink and I'll give in