WARM HANDS, COLD HEART  
(Huddleston / Rinker)
Mel Tormé - 1950


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