One rainy day, chivalry walked up to me
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Asking for directions to a good time
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Dashing was his smile, responded I instinctively
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Accept the invitation for a while
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I couldn't get away, I sipped the wine, I wanted more
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He was psychological addiction, I bowed my head to pray
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But the devil said "girl, stay and play"
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I was so exposed, had no protection
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He had: warm hands, cold heart
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Tryin' to love and tryin' to please
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Wit, charm, a head start, almost brought me to my knees
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Warm hands, cold heart, trying to love a better day
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Almost spirited me away
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My will left home, packed its bags and flew away
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Dashing was my succour, was my weakness
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I was so alone, would have stayed that way a thousand days
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I enjoyed his bitter, not his sweetness
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He was messin' with my psyche, he was playin' with my mind
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Adventure and excitement, can be hard to find
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But the pleasure in the danger, was so intoxicating
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I had to break away. Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Warm hands, cold heart
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Wit, charm, head start
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Warm hands, cold heart
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Wit, charm, head start
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Warm Hands, Cold Heart
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| des`ree |
