If you don't believe me,
If you don't like my plans.
You mustn't tell me,
How I know your face like the back of my hand.
We walk the city,
I talk so you understand.
So won't you tell me,
How I know this place like the back of my hand.
My arms get cold
In February air.
Please don't loose hold
Of me, out there.
And I know you're near me
I know you understand.
Say that you're with me
Do you know my face like the back of your hand.
My arms get cold
In February air.
Please don't loose hold
Of me, out there.
And that's pretty much how it goes for the whole song. (C G Am F)