i know you\'re the wayward kind the way you always drag behind show me a horse and i\'ll feed it hay show me the cart and i\'ll throw it away prettiest face i\'ve ever seen it looked like something in a magazine to a blind man it\'s plain to see that i need you and you need me
i\'ve got cold feet, it\'s a-crazy chasin\' when things get serious, time is a-wastin\' i\'d cross my fingers but they don\'t seem to meet there\'s no need to tell me that i\'ve got cold feet, a-ha-ha
took me home to tell your dad that you were the best girl i\'ve ever had i stayed for dinner, i couldn\'t refuse i spilt the tea and i ate the news ah, you must think you\'re really neat got me tied down to my seat i can\'t move, it\'s hard to think with cramp in my eyelids and i can\'t blink
well, i\'ve got cold feet, it\'s a-crazy chasin\' things get serious, time is a-wastin\' i cross my fingers but they don\'t seem to meet there\'s no need to tell me that i\'ve got cold feet, a-ha-ha a-ha-ha
