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 hands.
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 hands.
* 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, hey Say you know my face like the back of your hands.
There, there, February air, air, And I know this place like the back of my hands
