It's cold... cold... cold, cold, cold
in this big city baby
oooh but that don't bother me
Cold cold cold in this big city baby
oooh but that don't bother me
Since I've learned to live without you
I'm just about as numb as one man can be
Baby I am out every evening
Doing things you'd never do
Baby I'm out late every single evening
Doing things that you would never, never, never, never, never, never do
And when I'm layin' awake in the morning
You best believe I never think of you
- sax solo -
If you ask my friends about me
Well they'll all tell you I'm gettin' by
A little booze, a little whiskey
Yeh that's all I need to keep me high
You see baby I've learned to live without you yeah
How come -
How come -
How come -
How come how come sometimes I'd rather die?
Oooh....
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