All Time Low

What am I supposed to do oh, oh,
When she's so damn cold like twenty below.
That girl, that girl she's such a bitch,
But I tell myself I can handle it.
No I don't frequent the LBC
‘Cause I'm a bit too pale to run that scene.
The SoCal sun has grown on me and that girl, that girl.
Started with a bottle of cheap champagne,
Now she's got me hooked on her like good cocaine.
She's so numb, miss novocaine, that girl, that girl.
No kid, not tonight,
You're not that good and I'm not that type.
She's beautiful but she's cold as ice,
And that keeps me hanging on.
What am I supposed to do oh, oh,
When she's so damn cold like twenty below.
That girl, that girl she's such a bitch,
But I tell myself I can handle it.
But where am I supposed to go oh oh
When she throws me out and it's twenty below,
That girl, that girl she's such a trick,
But I can't lie I'm in love with it.
That girl, oh, oh, oh, oh.
That girl, oh, oh, oh, oh.
That girl, oh, oh, oh, oh.
That girl, oh, oh, oh, oh.
That girl,
That girl.
Now she won't buy my sex appeal,
Just an East Coast kid with a record deal.
I play her song,
She plays the field, that girl, that girl.
Knock me on the street in the middle of winter,
My frostbite heart says ‘try to forget her',
Missed that kiss but I'll always remember that girl, that girl.
No kid, not tonight,
You're not that good and I'm not that type.
She's beautiful but she's cold as ice,