歌曲 | God Must Be A Woman |
歌手 | Travis Tritt |
专辑 | Strong Enough |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rust | |
It's the way that you sneak a Kleenex to me | |
When a sad song song gets in my eye | |
You say it's alright,you got no appetite | |
When it's down to the last piece of pie | |
It's the way that you never remember | |
The things I would rather forget | |
How you grin and shrug your shoulders | |
When it's time to start over again | |
God must be a woman | |
You're probably a lot like her | |
Your grace is so amazing | |
An angel here on earth | |
You're so much like your maker | |
She sent you down to lay a crown on me | |
God must be a woman | |
Only mamas have a love that runs so deep | |
Watching out for drunks and babies and fools | |
And castaways like me | |
Some heavenly rain must soak in your brain | |
And come out as the sweet things you say | |
You stitch me back up when life plays too rough | |
Give my hand a little squeeze when we pray | |
And the I love you's that you told me | |
They would probably stretch to the moon | |
You multiply what matters | |
And divide the pain bt two | |
God must be a woman | |
You're probably a lot like her | |
Your grace is so amazing | |
An angel here on earth | |
You're so much like your maker | |
She sent you down to lay a crown on me | |
God must be a woman | |
Only mamas have a love that runs so deep | |
Watching out for drunks and babies and fools | |
And castaways like me |
zuo ci : Rust | |
It' s the way that you sneak a Kleenex to me | |
When a sad song song gets in my eye | |
You say it' s alright, you got no appetite | |
When it' s down to the last piece of pie | |
It' s the way that you never remember | |
The things I would rather forget | |
How you grin and shrug your shoulders | |
When it' s time to start over again | |
God must be a woman | |
You' re probably a lot like her | |
Your grace is so amazing | |
An angel here on earth | |
You' re so much like your maker | |
She sent you down to lay a crown on me | |
God must be a woman | |
Only mamas have a love that runs so deep | |
Watching out for drunks and babies and fools | |
And castaways like me | |
Some heavenly rain must soak in your brain | |
And come out as the sweet things you say | |
You stitch me back up when life plays too rough | |
Give my hand a little squeeze when we pray | |
And the I love you' s that you told me | |
They would probably stretch to the moon | |
You multiply what matters | |
And divide the pain bt two | |
God must be a woman | |
You' re probably a lot like her | |
Your grace is so amazing | |
An angel here on earth | |
You' re so much like your maker | |
She sent you down to lay a crown on me | |
God must be a woman | |
Only mamas have a love that runs so deep | |
Watching out for drunks and babies and fools | |
And castaways like me |
zuò cí : Rust | |
It' s the way that you sneak a Kleenex to me | |
When a sad song song gets in my eye | |
You say it' s alright, you got no appetite | |
When it' s down to the last piece of pie | |
It' s the way that you never remember | |
The things I would rather forget | |
How you grin and shrug your shoulders | |
When it' s time to start over again | |
God must be a woman | |
You' re probably a lot like her | |
Your grace is so amazing | |
An angel here on earth | |
You' re so much like your maker | |
She sent you down to lay a crown on me | |
God must be a woman | |
Only mamas have a love that runs so deep | |
Watching out for drunks and babies and fools | |
And castaways like me | |
Some heavenly rain must soak in your brain | |
And come out as the sweet things you say | |
You stitch me back up when life plays too rough | |
Give my hand a little squeeze when we pray | |
And the I love you' s that you told me | |
They would probably stretch to the moon | |
You multiply what matters | |
And divide the pain bt two | |
God must be a woman | |
You' re probably a lot like her | |
Your grace is so amazing | |
An angel here on earth | |
You' re so much like your maker | |
She sent you down to lay a crown on me | |
God must be a woman | |
Only mamas have a love that runs so deep | |
Watching out for drunks and babies and fools | |
And castaways like me |