Crooked Madame Róisín Murphy

How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?
How could you?

Our ice cream's not melted yet
Why don't you concede?
And go turn the heating up baby
By a couple of degrees
You wouldn't even be in my kitchen
If you didn't like the heat
You think you're playing it cool but you're tripping
You got to let yourself breathe