Chill On Cold - Doug MacLeod

Now, she hunts her prey, like a gator hunts the swamp

She make love to two fools, to get what she wants

She’d take a rich man’s money, like throwin' a dollar in a well

She make an angel leave heaven, for the gates of hell

I say, «Oooh, baby

This little girl, she put a chill on cold»

If she pretty but got no soul

I said, «Lord, she put a chill on cold»

She’s a very dangerous woman, 'cause she can’t feel

Ain’t nothing 'bout her love, you’ll find is real

She will go down, just to break up a home

She get what she wants, you’ll find that little girl gone

I say, «Oooh, baby

This little girl, she put a chill on cold»

If she pretty but got no soul

I said, «Lord, she put a chill on cold»

She don’t love nobody except herself

If she says she loves you, she’s got somebody else

She like a queen bee, she rule with her honey

You think she wants your stinger, man, she just wants your money

«Oooh

This little girl, she put a chill on cold»

If she pretty but got no soul

I said, «Lord, she put a chill on cold»