Here I am in your room going through your stuff. Said you'd be gone five minutes that's time enough. Here in your drawer there's lacy things. Old credit cards and beads and bangles and rings. Well I think I've found what I'm looking for. Hidden away at the back of the drawer. Here's the life that you led before. Old photographs of the life you led. Arm in arm with Mr X Y and Z. Old boyfriends big and small. Got to see how I measure up to them all. There is a place we all must start love. Who were you holding in that fond embrace. I've found a door into your heart love. And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses. Here I am behind enemy lines. Looking for secrets looking for signs. Old boyfriends big and small. Got to see how I measure up to them all. This one's handsome not too bright. This one's clever with his hands alright. Tougher than me if it came to a fight. And this one's a poet a bit of a wet. Bit of a gypsy a bit of a threat. I wonder if she's got over him yet. Old passions frozen in the second. Who were you holding in that fond embrace. Hearts have a past that must be reckoned. And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses. Time to put the past away. That's your footstep in the street I'd say. Tie the ribbon back around it. Everything just the way I found it. And I can hear you turn the key. And my head's buried when you see me. In a Margaret Miller mystery. And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses. Do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses