If you don't believe me
If you don't like my plans
You musn't tell me
I know your face like the back of my hand
We walk the city
I talk so you understand
So won't you tell me
I know this place like the back of my hand
My arms get cold
In february air
Please don't lose hold
of me out there
And I know you're near me
My arms get cold
In february air
Please don't lose hold
of me out there
Yeah yeah yeah yeahhhh
Out there
Yeah yeah yeah yeahhhh
Hey yeahh
Yeahh yeah yeah
Hey yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
(repeat x2)
My arms get cold
In february air
Please don't lose hold
of me out there
There
There
February air
Air
And I know this place like the back of my hand