Cold Sweat

[Cita (C.I.T.A. - Caught in the Act)]

I put my money in a suitcase
And headed for the big race
I feel a chill up my backbone
As I hung up the telephone

Stone-cold sober and stone-cold sweat
Runnin' down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win means double
And I got me a heavy bet

Stone-cold sweat

They say chances on the outside
Are lookin' pretty slim
I feel so lucky on the inside
I feel I'm gonna win

Stone-cold sober and stone-cold sweat
Runnin' down the back of my neck
Take a littlе money, nothin' left to lose
And I got mе a heavy bet

Stone-cold sweat
Stone-cold sweat

I got a whole month's wages
Haven't seen that much in ages
I might spend it on the stages
Maybe move out to Las Vegas

Stone-cold sober and stone-cold sweat
Runnin' down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win means double
And I got me a heavy bet

Stone-cold sweat

I put my money in a suitcase
They say chances on the outside...
I got a whole month's wages
Stone-cold sober and stone-cold sweat
Stone-cold crazy, place another bet
Stone-cold sweat