cold, cold heart
aretha franklin
that you're my every dream
and yet you're afraid each thing i do
a memory from your lonesome past
why can't i free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold heart?
another love before my time
made your heart sad and blue
for all of the things i didn't do
in anger unkind words are said
these are the things that make the teardrops start
oh why can't i free your doubtful mind?
i'd really like to melt your cold
oh why can't i free your doubtful mind?