paroles de chanson Chill On Cold - Doug Macleod

Now, she hunts her prey, like a gator hunts the swamp
She make love to two fools, to get what she wants
She′d take a rich man's money, like throwin′ a dollar in a well
She make an angel leave heaven, for the gates of hell

I say, "Ooh, baby
This little girl, she put a chill on cold"
If she pretty but got no soul
I said, "Lord, she put a chill on cold"

She's a very dangerous woman, 'cause she can′t feel
Ain′t nothing 'bout her love, you′ll find is real
She will go down, just to break up a home
She get what she wants, you'll find that little girl gone

I say, "Ooh, baby
This little girl, she put a chill on cold"
If she pretty but got no soul
I said, "Lord, she put a chill on cold"

She don′t love nobody except herself
If she says she loves you, she's got somebody else
She like a queen bee, she rule with her honey
You think she wants your stinger, man, she just wants your money

"Ooh
This little girl, she put a chill on cold"
If she pretty but got no soul
I said, "Lord, she put a chill on cold"