Song | That Kind of Day |
Artist | Sarah Buxton |
Album | Sarah Buxton |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Barnhill, Buxton, Stover | |
Stayed out about two hours too late | |
And now it's hard gettin' out of this bed | |
Man, my boyfriend was a pain in the butt last night | |
Now he's an ache in my head | |
I stubbed my toe on the dresser | |
And I guess it's too late to shower and do my hair | |
Yeah, throw a ball cap on | |
Hell, half the day is gone | |
Nothin' else could go wrong, whoa | |
Fifty bucks is all | |
I gotWhen times are tough, it's time to shop | |
And the credit card will buy a lot, whoa | |
What's another bill to pay? | |
It's that kind of day | |
Hey, hey, hey | |
Got twenty-six messages on my voice mail | |
And I've only called my best friend back | |
And I told her when it comes to my life these days | |
I'm somewhere between a cry and a laugh | |
She said, my mom just called her | |
And said, | |
I look like | |
I've gained five pounds | |
Oh, slip into my fat jeans | |
Overdose on mint ice cream | |
Treat the day just like a dream, whoa | |
Hope I see someone | |
I knowAnd | |
I'll smile and put on a show | |
Say I got somewhere to go, whoa | |
Everyone's got something to say | |
It's that kind of day | |
Hey, hey, hey | |
Hey, hey, hey | |
Standing still on the interstate | |
And I swear some old lady just flipped me the bird | |
Did she just flip me the bird? | |
It's gotta go up from here | |
Today is gonna disappear | |
And nothin's gonna interfere, whoa | |
Gonna buy myself some flowers | |
And then spend a couple hours | |
Talkin' to my higher power, whoa | |
And ask him why life's this way | |
I'm gonna ask him why my life's this way | |
There's just no telling what he's gonna say | |
It's that kind of day | |
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah | |
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Oh, yeah |
zuo qu : Barnhill, Buxton, Stover | |
Stayed out about two hours too late | |
And now it' s hard gettin' out of this bed | |
Man, my boyfriend was a pain in the butt last night | |
Now he' s an ache in my head | |
I stubbed my toe on the dresser | |
And I guess it' s too late to shower and do my hair | |
Yeah, throw a ball cap on | |
Hell, half the day is gone | |
Nothin' else could go wrong, whoa | |
Fifty bucks is all | |
I gotWhen times are tough, it' s time to shop | |
And the credit card will buy a lot, whoa | |
What' s another bill to pay? | |
It' s that kind of day | |
Hey, hey, hey | |
Got twentysix messages on my voice mail | |
And I' ve only called my best friend back | |
And I told her when it comes to my life these days | |
I' m somewhere between a cry and a laugh | |
She said, my mom just called her | |
And said, | |
I look like | |
I' ve gained five pounds | |
Oh, slip into my fat jeans | |
Overdose on mint ice cream | |
Treat the day just like a dream, whoa | |
Hope I see someone | |
I knowAnd | |
I' ll smile and put on a show | |
Say I got somewhere to go, whoa | |
Everyone' s got something to say | |
It' s that kind of day | |
Hey, hey, hey | |
Hey, hey, hey | |
Standing still on the interstate | |
And I swear some old lady just flipped me the bird | |
Did she just flip me the bird? | |
It' s gotta go up from here | |
Today is gonna disappear | |
And nothin' s gonna interfere, whoa | |
Gonna buy myself some flowers | |
And then spend a couple hours | |
Talkin' to my higher power, whoa | |
And ask him why life' s this way | |
I' m gonna ask him why my life' s this way | |
There' s just no telling what he' s gonna say | |
It' s that kind of day | |
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah | |
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Oh, yeah |
zuò qǔ : Barnhill, Buxton, Stover | |
Stayed out about two hours too late | |
And now it' s hard gettin' out of this bed | |
Man, my boyfriend was a pain in the butt last night | |
Now he' s an ache in my head | |
I stubbed my toe on the dresser | |
And I guess it' s too late to shower and do my hair | |
Yeah, throw a ball cap on | |
Hell, half the day is gone | |
Nothin' else could go wrong, whoa | |
Fifty bucks is all | |
I gotWhen times are tough, it' s time to shop | |
And the credit card will buy a lot, whoa | |
What' s another bill to pay? | |
It' s that kind of day | |
Hey, hey, hey | |
Got twentysix messages on my voice mail | |
And I' ve only called my best friend back | |
And I told her when it comes to my life these days | |
I' m somewhere between a cry and a laugh | |
She said, my mom just called her | |
And said, | |
I look like | |
I' ve gained five pounds | |
Oh, slip into my fat jeans | |
Overdose on mint ice cream | |
Treat the day just like a dream, whoa | |
Hope I see someone | |
I knowAnd | |
I' ll smile and put on a show | |
Say I got somewhere to go, whoa | |
Everyone' s got something to say | |
It' s that kind of day | |
Hey, hey, hey | |
Hey, hey, hey | |
Standing still on the interstate | |
And I swear some old lady just flipped me the bird | |
Did she just flip me the bird? | |
It' s gotta go up from here | |
Today is gonna disappear | |
And nothin' s gonna interfere, whoa | |
Gonna buy myself some flowers | |
And then spend a couple hours | |
Talkin' to my higher power, whoa | |
And ask him why life' s this way | |
I' m gonna ask him why my life' s this way | |
There' s just no telling what he' s gonna say | |
It' s that kind of day | |
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah | |
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Oh, yeah |