Howe: Nothing but a cold floor under my feet And outside the wind blows blustery Nothing but a ghost knocking on my door All because you can't send me love no more Howe & Henriette: Send me no more love It would only stand to make me sick Send me love no more I would only get back in what I put out Real quick Howe: I knew a man who would talk a good game Words sweet a syrup pouring down like rain One fateless night fooling around down town When that girl came in you could the sap Hit the ground Howe & Henriette: Now I know a girl with a man on a string She likes to see how much he could take With a come on and little heart break She swore she didn't need anymore than all she could take Henriette: Nothing but a cold floor under my feet And outside the wind blows bitterly Nothing but a ghost knocking on my door All because you can't send me love no more Howe & Henriette: Send me no more love It would only stand to make me sick Send me love no more I would only get back in what I put out Real quick