Mel Tormé
Warm Hands, Cold Heart
Warm hands, cold heart
How well I've learned to know its meaning
When I'm with you
Warm lips, lips that invited me, they so excited me
I fell in spite of me, what could I do?
Warm eyes, soft sighs, how well I know the spell
And yet like a fool I stay
Warm hands, I know all the charms you weave
I know how your eyes deceive
I know it's all make-believe
For your cold heart gives you away
Yes, your cold heart gives you away

Warm hands, I know all the charms you weave
I know how your arms deceive
I know it's all make-believe
For your cold heart gives you away
Yes, your cold heart gives you away