heat



maybe she jus wants to see

    what it is she thinks i need to be free

maybe she jus wants to give

    what she needs to live

but y'know i gotta say

    i'm gonna keep er number anyway



y’know it’s cold outside

    seems a long time til summer’s comin round

n it be rainin, n the storm winds may blow

    but you n i know where to go…



canya feel my heat?

    ain’t it funny how lovers meet

    cold n lonely, out on the street

its as real as my heat



n when i die, they’re gonna bury me on boot hill

would you cry, be there, stay aware, have a care

say a prayer for me? i know you will

    n doesn’t it ever seem to you

    we got nothin’ better to do

    than to stare back at you

    from pictures on your wall 



under open sky, when you dare to see, where they hide

all our lives, given to simplicity, don't ask why 

    n then one day it may seem to you 

    that ya just can't beat the view 

    even if nothin's ever true

    we're just pictures on your wall



y’know it's cold outside, today

    stay inside, sit by the fire for a while

n it be rainin, n the storm winds may blow

    but you n i ain't got anywhere to go…