Cold Feet (Stormy Weather)

Stormy weather
You sucked inside your socks and its not,
Getting any better

Before the raining stops you got,
To go out there and get her
Just be there when she leaves
Because there's no sympathy among us common thieves

Not too clever,
Running through the mud without the use of an umbrella
Ignore those judging eyes you know,
You got to go and tell her,
The way you really think
Maybe money cheats and blackmail might appeal

But all I can do is do all I can
Just can't do it well enough
You can pitch the way you like, just try not to be too rough
You might about to steal, but your skin isn't that tough

Bitter weather
You stuck inside the muck but it couldn't really be better
So she's stuck there right beside and if,
You make it out to get her
Then you'll have some room to breathe
Maybe there's sympathy among some certain thieves