Suddenly I'm a cold front   Who put out the fire?   When I said I was on it   Was I just a liar?      One chance to please me   And I get queasy   This isn't easy   You swore it would be      But as I get older   These hands that hold her   Are growing colder   Over the shoulder      So where do you think you are?   What gives you the right   When two hands are joined together   Which one holds too tight? Tight, tight      One chance to please me   And I get queasy   This isn't easy   You swore it would be      But as I get older   These hands that hold her   Are growing colder   Over the shoulder      One chance to please me   I get queasy   This isn't easy   You swore it would be      As I get older   These hands that hold her   Are growing colder   Over the shoulder      One chance to please me   I get queasy   This isn't easy   You swore it would be      But as I get older   These hands that hold her   Are growing colder   Are growing colder   Are growing colder   Strong as hurt