cold, cold heart

aretha franklin

i've tried so hard

my dear

to show

that you're my every dream

and yet you're afraid each thing i do

is just some evil scheme

a memory from your lonesome past

keeps us so far apart

why can't i free your doubtful mind

and melt your cold heart?

another love before my time

made your heart sad and blue

and so my heart

my heart is paying now

for all of the things i didn't do

in anger unkind words are said

and these are

these are the things that make the teardrops start

why

oh why can't i free your doubtful mind?

ooh honey

i'd really like to melt your cold

cold heart

why

oh why can't i free your doubtful mind?

and i really

really like to melt your