Songtexte:
White Stripes The Cold Cold Night

in the cold cold night You make me feel alittle older Like a full grown women might But when you start to grow colder Come to me again in the cold cold night

me again in the cold, cold night You make me feel a little older Like a full grown woman might But when you're gone I grow colder In The Cold, Cold, Night

me again in the cold, cold night You make me feel a little older Like a full grown woman might But when you're gone I grow colder In The Cold, Cold, Night

again in the cold, cold night You make me feel a little older Like a full grown woman might But when you're gone I grow colder In The Cold, Cold, Night

are black, the bed is white And the night is always young And the night goes on and on And the night is always young And the night is never over and over

you live by the gun you die by the same fate End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world Old girl

was there no matter what through sirens on a silent night Cold sundays slow mondays hot friday nights Tuesday thursdays servin whether or not they ride tonight On peaceful days hostful evenings even violent nights

are black, the bed is white And the night is always young And the night goes on and on And the night is always young And the night is never over and

first site like white on whites Them three quarters them lows, they all tyte The only problem they only good for one night 'Cuz once you scuff 'em you fuck with your whole night