Bold

Laying low, till I'm gray and old Confrontations, not so bold Luckily, you don't know me Just a body, a pair of eyes But she showered, the truth and I Walked in, and fell dumbly But I know, I'm an idiot So tell me, is that a weird fetish? She said "No, how'd you Get through the door? Then demanded "I think it's time to go" Heading home, with a heavy load Women's hearts are made of stone Trying to find, where I went wrong Maybe I'm just being bold Maybe she's just too cold Either way, I played my song And it goes, "Oh yeah you're getting old So tell me, do you wanna die alone?" She said, "Oh yeah your Lows are low, look at you You're hot just like a cold"