“Her hands are cold, her breath is warm,
She’s a port in a storm.
I’m worried now, but it won’t be long.
It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song.

I’ve got issues, yeah.
Like I miss you, yeah.
And I wish I weren’t so thick.
I’m making myself sick.

If that phone don’t ring one more time,
I’m gonna lose what’s left of my mind.
You made a big impression for a girl of your size,
Now I can’t get by without you and your big brown eyes.”

- Written by the Old 97′s. Appears on the album Too Far To Care.