Testo Cold, Cold Heart / Little Mama - Louis Prima, Gia Maione, Sam Butera

Cold, Cold Heart / Little Mama

I’ve tried so hard my dear to show that you’re the only dream
Yet you’re afraid each thing I do is just an evil scheme
A memory of your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart
Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue
And now heart is paying dear, for things I didn’t do
In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start
Why can’t I free your doubtful mind, and melt the cold cold heart
Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue
Now heart is paying dear, for the things it didn’t do
In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start
Why can’t I free your doubtful mind, melt you cold cold heart
Won’t you come home, little mother
Ah won’t you come on home
'Cause I bawled the whole day long
I’m gonna do the cooking, honey
I get a little scratch, I’m-a lay on you for the rent
'Cause you know you know you know you know you know you know
You done me wrong
And I very well remember the evening that you threw me out
All you left me with was a stinking old comb, you did
Baby, you know you’re to blame
You ought to be ashamed
Little mama, drag that fine body home
Won’t you come home, little mama
Oh, won’t you ever come home
I cried the whole day long, yes I did
I’m gonna do the cooking, baby
All the cooking for you right
And you know, you know, you know, you know, you know
I remember very well the rainy evening
When you threw me out, yes you did
All you left me with was a silly old comb
Baby, you know, you’re to blame
Oh yeah,?
Little mama, won’t you please, come on home
I need some loving
Baby, won’t you please, come on home
Hurry hurry hurry hurry
Baby, won’t you please, come home
Hurry hurry