Wade Giles

Bold, cold, rubber lover I've been made to feel this way again She's got me crawling in my skin Just looking for a way out She leaves me for seven days Misleading me in several different ways And I just want to make up with her Old enough to give and young enough to fade In time we will live our lives this way How do we divide the stories from the lines We'll just have to try Try, Try My lady let me down my lady let me go I said my lady dropped me off in Mexico The stories still alright, the stories still in line We can drive back home, baby, in one night Said, old enough to give, and young enough to fake In time we will live out lives this way How do we divide the stories from the lines We'll just have to try Try, try, try, try, try, try Try, try, try Bold, cold, rubber lover I've been made to feel this way again She's got me crawling in my skin Just looking for a way out And she leaves me for seven days Misleading me here in several different ways And I just want to make up, whoa, with her Whoa, with her