| She put her money in her pocket
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| Thirteen dollars fifty cents
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| Not enough to put a turkey on the table
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| Not enough to pay the rent
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| She passed the goodwill on the corner
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| Of Lamar and fourteenth street
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| She thought about those little ones and how she
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| Never seemed to have enough to warm
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| Those cold cold feet
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| Cold cold feet
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| Tomorrow’s Christmas morning
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| She wishes she could be around
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| To see their smiles as they are opening the presents
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| That she got at lost and found
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| But they won’t eat unless she’s working
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| Trying her best to make ends meet
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| And though she takes those extra shifts
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| There never seems to be enough to warm
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| Those cold cold feet
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| Cold cold feet
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| She puts a blanket on her baby
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| She puts her money in a jar
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| Maybe one day there’ll be enough to
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| Buy herself a car
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| And they can leave this place behind them
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| They can leave this poor old street
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| Go somewhere south where winter’s milder
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| And she doesn’t have to work so hard to warm those
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| Cold cold feet
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| Cold cold feet |