Cold Feet

I know you're the wayward kindThe way you always drag behindShow me a horse and I'll feed it hayShow me the cart and I'll throw it awayPrettiest face I've ever seenIt looked like something in a magazineTo a blind man it's plain to seeThat I need you and you need meI've got cold feet, it's a-crazy chasinWhen things get serious, time is a-wastinI'd cross my fingers but they don't seem to meetThere's no need to tell me that I've got cold feet, a-ha-haTook me home to tell your dadThat you were the best girl I've ever hadI stayed for dinner, I couldn't refuseI spilt the tea and I ate the newsAh, you must think you're really neatGot me tied down to my seatI can't move, it's hard to thinkWith cramp in my eyelids and I can't blinkWell, I've got cold feet, it's a-crazy chasinThings get serious, time is a-wastinI cross my fingers but they don't seem to meetThere's no need to tell me that I've got cold feet, a-ha-haA-ha-ha