Give me your wallet,
give me your coat
I could do with your sneakers,
mine are torn and old
I am fond of your charity
and next time you′re here
I will buy you a coffe,
it's cold outside my dear
I will buy you a coffe
itt′s cold outside my dear
Writer(s): Sven Regener, R. Pappik, Jakob Friderichs, Paul Fietze Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
