baby, dont you worry so muchncause under our clothes, we're wild stillnand, yeah, i think of breaking upnas it's fall and your hair's getting longnyou tell me it's over your shoulders nownover the phonenand it's hard 'cause i never seen it that longnwell, i can't even picture where you're living nownso i build these stupid crushes onnall the pretty girls herenand i sing songs likentonight i'm throwing gasoline on an old flamen'cause nicoleneverything diesneverything dies in the winterneverything dies in the winter monthsneverything dies in the winter neverything dies in the winter monthsnso what?nlet's not worry so muchn'cause under our clothes we're wild stillnand, yeah, i think of breaking upnwith the winter coming onni'm just looking for a hand to warm minenoh oh, oh firenwith the winter coming onni'm just looking for a hand to warm