September summer played his songs on my guitar
He held my hand and picked my strings just like my scars
He loved me hard and left me quick a bitter pill
An ache I don't want to relive but I know I will
Those are the hands
I wanna hold
Baby I'm addicted
To the cold
But it's not who I wanna be
When I grow old
This is what the boys wanna chase
I'm a bad woman
This is what I crave
It's the chase of a mad woman
September snow held out his hand and kept me warm
He trapped me like a bird caught in a thunderstorm
Those are the hands I wanna hold
Baby I'm addicted to the cold
But it's not who I wanna be when I grow old
This is what the boys wanna chase
I'm a bad woman
This is what I crave
It's the chase of a mad woman
This is what the boys wanna chase
I'm a bad woman
This is what I crave
It's the chase of a mad woman
He wasn't gentle, but I had some dreams to kill
And if I'm being honest I just did it for the thrill
This is what the boys wanna chase
I'm a bad woman
This is what I crave
It's the chase of a mad woman
This is what the boys wanna chase
I'm a bad woman
This is what I crave
It's the chase of a mad woman
This is what the boys wanna chase
I'm a bad woman
This is what I crave
It's the chase of a mad woman
