歌曲 | Mr. Pain |
歌手 | The Judds |
专辑 | Why Not Me |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Judd, Robbins | |
Met my first love down in texas | |
In a club in san anton' | |
Both of us were lonely | |
Had no one to call our own | |
So we danced and laughed 'til closin' time | |
And had no place to go | |
So with the top pulled down we drove all night | |
Ran off to mexico | |
But my blond-haired, blue-eyed cowboy | |
Turned out to be bad news | |
Disappeared one morning | |
Left his old boots and the blues | |
Now there's been so many others | |
But none of them were true | |
The only one i could count on to keep me | |
Company is you | |
Mr. pain-- oh, it's you again | |
Never really wanted us to be such friends | |
You always seem to show up | |
When i'm all alone | |
That's when you move right in | |
And make yourself at home | |
Mr. pain, oh, mr. pain | |
Well, you'd think by now that i'd have learned | |
To see through your disguise | |
A heartache really shouldn't be | |
So hard to recognize | |
But you wear so many faces | |
Every line is new | |
And somehow i just always end up | |
Wakin' up with you | |
Mr. pain-- oh, it's you again | |
Never really wanted us to be such friends | |
Never fail to find me when i'm all alone | |
That's when you move right in | |
And make yourself at home | |
Mr. pain, oh, mr.pain |
zuo ci : Judd, Robbins | |
Met my first love down in texas | |
In a club in san anton' | |
Both of us were lonely | |
Had no one to call our own | |
So we danced and laughed ' til closin' time | |
And had no place to go | |
So with the top pulled down we drove all night | |
Ran off to mexico | |
But my blondhaired, blueeyed cowboy | |
Turned out to be bad news | |
Disappeared one morning | |
Left his old boots and the blues | |
Now there' s been so many others | |
But none of them were true | |
The only one i could count on to keep me | |
Company is you | |
Mr. pain oh, it' s you again | |
Never really wanted us to be such friends | |
You always seem to show up | |
When i' m all alone | |
That' s when you move right in | |
And make yourself at home | |
Mr. pain, oh, mr. pain | |
Well, you' d think by now that i' d have learned | |
To see through your disguise | |
A heartache really shouldn' t be | |
So hard to recognize | |
But you wear so many faces | |
Every line is new | |
And somehow i just always end up | |
Wakin' up with you | |
Mr. pain oh, it' s you again | |
Never really wanted us to be such friends | |
Never fail to find me when i' m all alone | |
That' s when you move right in | |
And make yourself at home | |
Mr. pain, oh, mr. pain |
zuò cí : Judd, Robbins | |
Met my first love down in texas | |
In a club in san anton' | |
Both of us were lonely | |
Had no one to call our own | |
So we danced and laughed ' til closin' time | |
And had no place to go | |
So with the top pulled down we drove all night | |
Ran off to mexico | |
But my blondhaired, blueeyed cowboy | |
Turned out to be bad news | |
Disappeared one morning | |
Left his old boots and the blues | |
Now there' s been so many others | |
But none of them were true | |
The only one i could count on to keep me | |
Company is you | |
Mr. pain oh, it' s you again | |
Never really wanted us to be such friends | |
You always seem to show up | |
When i' m all alone | |
That' s when you move right in | |
And make yourself at home | |
Mr. pain, oh, mr. pain | |
Well, you' d think by now that i' d have learned | |
To see through your disguise | |
A heartache really shouldn' t be | |
So hard to recognize | |
But you wear so many faces | |
Every line is new | |
And somehow i just always end up | |
Wakin' up with you | |
Mr. pain oh, it' s you again | |
Never really wanted us to be such friends | |
Never fail to find me when i' m all alone | |
That' s when you move right in | |
And make yourself at home | |
Mr. pain, oh, mr. pain |