I’m starting to get cold.

Maybe I should stop being bold,

‘Cause I play poker and never fold.

This game of life is getting old.

But now I’m ice,

And not so nice.

I’m rolling the dice,

And paying the price.

They say do it once but I did it twice.

Now I know that life’s a liar

I’ll never find hot desire.

I’ve never been a crier,

But maybe I should end it with fire.

Maybe then I won’t feel so cold.