Lyrics
I don't want your money
I don't want your car
I don't want you to love me
No need to take it so far
I just want to be held by your cold hands
And I wanna be held in your cold hands
I see nothing finer
I see nothing to gain
No particular pleasure
To measure up to the pain
I wanna be held in your cold hands
And I want to be held in your cold hands
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da
La, la, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah-ow
Now I'm a dog in the moonlight
And I'm a punk in the grass
I'm at your bedroom window tonight
Scratching up on the glass
I wanna be held in your cold hands
I just want to be held in your cold hands
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Oh, cold, cold, cold
Mmm-hmm, hmm-mmm, hmm-mmm
