Oh it’s a lazy Sunday afternoon When you can be bother to move Why should you out of your nice Warm room You look outside It yucky out there Why do they hell
Don’t ask me to love Don’t ask me to give It all too soon for me To go that far I had loving arms Who held me close And told me It would be ok But they went away
I’m cold inside With out you by my side I had to let you go You know I had no more fight left in me It was not worth it in the end To try and hold on to you
It was the right thing to do To let you go I had enough I could not take no more You never held me like you use to Never phone me like you use to But you never let me go
Anyone wants my cold Its going free It a nice cold Very nice bug I have to say It move in the other week Yeah it brought all its little friends with it Mr blowing your nose