She thinks I'm on my knees in sweet surrender
She thought she dealt the cards and played them right
But I keep aces up my sleeve remember
It's been over since we both called the fight
I let her go in cold December
And picked her up on Saturday night
She fills her heart with her scorching temper
The things she feels never get to see the light
Now I'm on my knees in sweet surrender
No more aimless driving through the night
Young and daft but I still remember
A wiser man is one who picks his fights
So I let her go in cold December
Then picked her up on Saturday night
She fills my heart with her wits and splendor
But the way I feel can never see the light
Anis el Cortbawi - Cold December Lyrics
Anis el Cortbawi - Cold December Lyrics
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She thinks I'm on my knees in sweet surrender
She thought she dealt the cards and played them right
But I keep aces up my sleeve remember
It's been over since we both called the fight
I let her go in cold December
And picked her up on Saturday night
She fills her heart with her scorching temper
The things she feels never get to see the light
Now I'm on my knees in sweet surrender
No more aimless driving through the night
Young and daft but I still remember
A wiser man is one who picks his fights
So I let her go in cold December
Then picked her up on Saturday night
She fills my heart with her wits and splendor
But the way I feel can never see the light
She thought she dealt the cards and played them right
But I keep aces up my sleeve remember
It's been over since we both called the fight
I let her go in cold December
And picked her up on Saturday night
She fills her heart with her scorching temper
The things she feels never get to see the light
Now I'm on my knees in sweet surrender
No more aimless driving through the night
Young and daft but I still remember
A wiser man is one who picks his fights
So I let her go in cold December
Then picked her up on Saturday night
She fills my heart with her wits and splendor
But the way I feel can never see the light
Writer: Anis Cortbawi
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