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 to 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 lose hold of me, out there

And I know you're near me
I know you understand
Say that you're with me
Say you know my face like the back of your ha-a-a-a-and

My arms get cold,
In February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

My arms get cold,
In February air
Please don't lose hold of me, out there

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Out there
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

My arms get cold
In February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

My arms get cold
In February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there

There
There
February air
Air
And I know this place like the back of my hand