| He just turned seventeen
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| When the moment came
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| He was standing on the corner
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| In the pouring rain
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| She pulled up along side
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| And rolled the window down
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| And said, «Can I drive you
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| To some part of town?»
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| He’s sitting beside here
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| With a great big smile
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| The lady had class
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| And she stood out a mile
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| His heart was a beating
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| Like a big bass drum
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| Thinking at last
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| His time had finally come
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| He started Tallinn' fast
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| Trying to loosen up
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| But he felt kind a stupid
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| So he shut up
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| She said, «Don't think I’m fast
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| ‘Cause I’m really not»
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| But his fever went all wild
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| It was getting hot
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| She pulled into the driveway
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| Of a big brown stone
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| He was champing at the bit
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| And then her heart be told
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| She said, «My husband’s working
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| He’ll be gong all day»
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| But he couldn’t believe it
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| When he heard himself say
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| I’m getting cold feet
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| I’m getting cold feet
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| Lady, doncha hear me talking to you
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| Hey there’s something that you can do
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| I’m so nervous I just might shoot you
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| I’ve got them cold, cold feet
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| Well, a couple years on
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| And our hero’s grown
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| He’s a professional musician
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| With a band of his own
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| Hadn’t had much luck
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| With the girls that he meets
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| Might get another case of cold feet
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| He met a girl not too long ago
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| She thought she could change him but it wasn’t so
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| As soon as she mentioned long term romance
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| He went into that same old song and dance
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| I’m getting cold feet
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| C-c-cold feet
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| I’m getting cold feet, c-c-cold feet
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| Darlin' doncha hear me talkin' to you
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| No there ain’t something you can do
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| I’m so nervous I just might shoot you
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| I’ve got cold, cold, cold, cold
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| Upset about it
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| Cold, cold, cold, cold
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| Go without, um
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| Cold, cold, cold, cold
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| Said I’ve got them cold, cold feet
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| He increased his quota
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| Of one night stands
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| It was a kind of complex
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| You understand
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| He would treat ‘em real mean
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| He was low down and dirty
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| Now he’s got to make some changes
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| 'Cause he’s nearly thirty
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| 'Cause he had a dream, just the other night
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| He was standing in God’s ever-present light
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| And God said I’d like to let your life run it’s coarse
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| But you’d understand me having second thoughts
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| I’m getting cold feet
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| C-c-cold feet
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| I’m getting cold feet
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| C-c-cold feet
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| Listen doncha here me talking to you
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| I think you know what you have to do
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| You gotta make some changes
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| You got them
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| Cold, cold, cold, cold
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| They’re getting rigid
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| Cold, cold, cold, cold
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| You’re getting frigid
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| Cold, cold, cold, cold
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| I said you got them cold, cold feet |