It's cold in my heart
and my car won't start.
It is warm in my bed,
can't get you out of my head.
Sat in my car, glass all a mist,
When I left you, we should have kissed.
maybe that was not so smart,
cause my car still won't start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you ask nice, she might give you a jump? Danny