Cold, Cold, Cold Bonnie Rait & Little Feet

Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
Freezing ... it was freezing cold
In that hotel

Well, I had no money
My special friend was gone
TV set was busted
So she went along

I called Room... Room Service
"I'm down here on my knees
A peach, or a pear, or a coconut please"
But they was cold

Well it's been a month since I seen my girl
Or a dime to make the call
'Cause it passed me up, or it passed me by
Or I couldn't decide at all

Mixed up, I'm so mixed up
Don't you know I'm lonely
And I wish the world would get off of my case
And get on one of its own

Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
That woman was freezing, freezing cold