As she sits right there With a cold coffee in her hands She listen to the words outside As she meet stranger's eyes Phone in her hand Can barely understand The words that she says As I try to look away But I can't look away And I feel the cold winter bit As I sweep my feet The pavement cracks and whistles A sound, no one is there to hear And I feel the cold winter bit The pavement cracks and whistles A sound, no one is there to hear Eyes grasping desire As desire passes through In shorts and shirts For people feeling blue Seductive and wrong Her green eyes are strong Seductive and right The way she moves And I feel the cold winter bit As I sweep my feet The pavement cracks and whistles A sound, no one is there to hear And I feel the cold winter bit As I sweep my feet The pavement cracks and whistles A sound, no one is there to hear