i don t want your money i don t want your car i don t want you to love me no need to take it so far i just wanna be held in your cold hands and i wanna be held in your cold hands i see nothing finer i see nothing to gain no particular pleasure to measure up to the pain i just want to be held in your cold hands and i want to be held in your cold hands now i m a dog in the moonlight and i m a punk in the grass i m at your bedroom window tonight scratching up on the glass i wanna be held in your cold hands i just want to be held in your cold hands