Faith Hill - Never gonna be your lady
Tekst :
I tried to say it politely
I tried to give you a clue
All your gold don t excite me
That old trick just won t do
Still you keep spending money
But there s blood on the pearls
Don t call me babe, don t call me honey
And think you rule my whole world
Cause I m never gonna be your lady
I m not the fool you think I am
I m never gonna be your lady
And you will never be my man
That s right
Well, listen
I bet your wife don t know nothin
About your sordid affairs
You ve got greed mixed up with lovin
And love mixed up with flair
But I m never gonna be your lady
I m not the fool you think I am
I m never gonna be your lady
All your funky business
See you in jail
You might buy the other, but baby, I m not for sale
I m not for sale...that s right
Cause I m never gonna be your lady
I m not the fool you think I am
Yeah, I m never gonna be your lady
And you will never be man
No, I m never gonna be your lady
I m not the fool you think I am
Oh, I m never gonna be your lady
And you will never be my man
Never gonna be my man
Now listen to me
That s right, I told you
Never gonna be my man
Let me tell ya somethin boy
You can keep tryin all you want to try
But it s never gonna work
You don±t have a thing that I need
And you sure ain t got a thing I want
Oh, no
Never be your lady Inne utwory
If this is the end Go the distance If i should fall behind Precious lord, take my hand Little drummer boy Strawberry wine You stay with me Wicked Bed of roses This is me I love you Let me let go Love will always win Who i am Stronger But i will Where are you christmas O come all ye faithful Losowe utwory
Slow birds
No breeze
Iron hearts
Rust in streams
Long march
Small crimes
Soft words
Whisper
It’s time to come home - your eyes
To bring back - your charms
To sit real still
In my arms
O...Let me tell you girl
Oh...hey here I go, here I go
I know you heard me say it
Time and time again
That they would rock your world
And change your life
But I can’t blame them
Cause you make a nigga wanna get involved
Wanna get the drawers
Well I’m gone put my bid in
And get...
I get no kick from champagne,
Mere alcohol doesn t thrill me at all,
So tell me why should it be true,
That I get a kick out of you,
Some get their kicks from cocaine,
I m sure that if I took even one sniff,
That would bore...
Hope little girl
Come blow me away
I don t care much
I win anyway
Just a dog
I m God damn rich
An exploding man
When I talk in the night
There s oil on my hands
What a dog
Fall dog is cruel and smart
Smart time breaks...
I walk along the strand
to catch the late ride home.
Shuttle through the evening gloom
knowing I forgot to phone.
The back door s open.
There s a chill blowing in.
Take your warm hands off me.
Let the night begin.