歌曲 | She Was Always Right |
歌手 | A.J. Croce |
专辑 | Transit |
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作词 : Croce | |
Any fight we had | |
Every time I cursed and shouted | |
Oh she made me mad | |
That's a thing I never doubted | |
She would speak her mind | |
She was always talking | |
She would stand her ground | |
Instead of walking | |
And though I can't admit it | |
Go ahead and say it | |
She was always right | |
And though it's difficult | |
To call the cards before they fall | |
She'll do it for you any time at all | |
If you had a plan | |
And you had to talk it over | |
She was glad to listen | |
That is just the thing that drove her | |
All that I can say | |
Ain't enough to do her justice | |
In the end she'd leave me | |
Knowing more or less what love is |
zuo ci : Croce | |
Any fight we had | |
Every time I cursed and shouted | |
Oh she made me mad | |
That' s a thing I never doubted | |
She would speak her mind | |
She was always talking | |
She would stand her ground | |
Instead of walking | |
And though I can' t admit it | |
Go ahead and say it | |
She was always right | |
And though it' s difficult | |
To call the cards before they fall | |
She' ll do it for you any time at all | |
If you had a plan | |
And you had to talk it over | |
She was glad to listen | |
That is just the thing that drove her | |
All that I can say | |
Ain' t enough to do her justice | |
In the end she' d leave me | |
Knowing more or less what love is |
zuò cí : Croce | |
Any fight we had | |
Every time I cursed and shouted | |
Oh she made me mad | |
That' s a thing I never doubted | |
She would speak her mind | |
She was always talking | |
She would stand her ground | |
Instead of walking | |
And though I can' t admit it | |
Go ahead and say it | |
She was always right | |
And though it' s difficult | |
To call the cards before they fall | |
She' ll do it for you any time at all | |
If you had a plan | |
And you had to talk it over | |
She was glad to listen | |
That is just the thing that drove her | |
All that I can say | |
Ain' t enough to do her justice | |
In the end she' d leave me | |
Knowing more or less what love is |