歌曲 | He Can't Quit Her |
歌手 | Gary Allan |
专辑 | Tough All Over |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Beathard, Hill | |
She was cool, she was hot | |
She was smokin' a lot at the end of the bar | |
She had more than one | |
Too many buttons undone on that blouse she wore | |
Starin' too long at her | |
Lost in that | |
Skynyrd song was his first mistake | |
And when she shot him that' | |
Boy, you don't want none of this' look, it was way too late | |
She's like a needle to a junky | |
She's like whiskey to a drunk | |
She's like poker to a gambler | |
She's like a bullet in a gun | |
She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush | |
When he gets with her | |
Might be the death of him | |
But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her | |
Well, she'd come to his house | |
And he'd tell her she belonged just with him | |
She'd get up and she'd get dressed, | |
Take five hundred, no less and then leave again | |
He said, "Baby, I'll take care of youCan't stand the thought of sharin' you with them other guys" | |
She laughed and said, "Well, maybe you shouldn't call meNo more then, baby" and he didn't, that first night | |
She's like a needle to a junky | |
She's like whiskey to a drunk | |
She's like poker to a gambler | |
She's like a bullet in a gun | |
She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush | |
When he gets with her | |
Might be the death of him | |
But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her | |
She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush | |
When he gets with her | |
Might be the death of him | |
But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her | |
She was cool, she was hot | |
She was walkin' 'cross the parkin' lot with some other guy | |
Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin' | |
And he wound up on the wrong end of a forty-five |
zuo qu : Beathard, Hill | |
She was cool, she was hot | |
She was smokin' a lot at the end of the bar | |
She had more than one | |
Too many buttons undone on that blouse she wore | |
Starin' too long at her | |
Lost in that | |
Skynyrd song was his first mistake | |
And when she shot him that' | |
Boy, you don' t want none of this' look, it was way too late | |
She' s like a needle to a junky | |
She' s like whiskey to a drunk | |
She' s like poker to a gambler | |
She' s like a bullet in a gun | |
She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush | |
When he gets with her | |
Might be the death of him | |
But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her | |
Well, she' d come to his house | |
And he' d tell her she belonged just with him | |
She' d get up and she' d get dressed, | |
Take five hundred, no less and then leave again | |
He said, " Baby, I' ll take care of youCan' t stand the thought of sharin' you with them other guys" | |
She laughed and said, " Well, maybe you shouldn' t call meNo more then, baby" and he didn' t, that first night | |
She' s like a needle to a junky | |
She' s like whiskey to a drunk | |
She' s like poker to a gambler | |
She' s like a bullet in a gun | |
She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush | |
When he gets with her | |
Might be the death of him | |
But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her | |
She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush | |
When he gets with her | |
Might be the death of him | |
But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her | |
She was cool, she was hot | |
She was walkin' ' cross the parkin' lot with some other guy | |
Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin' | |
And he wound up on the wrong end of a fortyfive |
zuò qǔ : Beathard, Hill | |
She was cool, she was hot | |
She was smokin' a lot at the end of the bar | |
She had more than one | |
Too many buttons undone on that blouse she wore | |
Starin' too long at her | |
Lost in that | |
Skynyrd song was his first mistake | |
And when she shot him that' | |
Boy, you don' t want none of this' look, it was way too late | |
She' s like a needle to a junky | |
She' s like whiskey to a drunk | |
She' s like poker to a gambler | |
She' s like a bullet in a gun | |
She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush | |
When he gets with her | |
Might be the death of him | |
But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her | |
Well, she' d come to his house | |
And he' d tell her she belonged just with him | |
She' d get up and she' d get dressed, | |
Take five hundred, no less and then leave again | |
He said, " Baby, I' ll take care of youCan' t stand the thought of sharin' you with them other guys" | |
She laughed and said, " Well, maybe you shouldn' t call meNo more then, baby" and he didn' t, that first night | |
She' s like a needle to a junky | |
She' s like whiskey to a drunk | |
She' s like poker to a gambler | |
She' s like a bullet in a gun | |
She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush | |
When he gets with her | |
Might be the death of him | |
But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her | |
She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush | |
When he gets with her | |
Might be the death of him | |
But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her | |
She was cool, she was hot | |
She was walkin' ' cross the parkin' lot with some other guy | |
Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin' | |
And he wound up on the wrong end of a fortyfive |