He holds me and keeps me warm,

The man that I love has lots of charms,

And I love it when he wraps me in his arms,

He says it's cold outside,

But I never believed him,

He always proved me wrong,

I'm a mess without him,

The wind's blowing strong,

Yet my hope is wearing thin,

I want to start all over again,

When he lends me his cardigan,

I can't help that it smells like him,

And his warmth is on it,

And I miss the man that I love and owns this jacket,

Why'd he leave it behind?

It's losing the warmth that I know,

Why'd he leave it behind?

He's lending his to someone else I'm told,

Why'd he leave it behind?

Now the memories come back cold.