Song | Same Girl |
Artist | Chris Botti |
Album | Slowing Down The World |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
If you could read my mind | |
you'd say baby you were right | |
and i dont want to fight anymore. | |
you're usually righter than i am | |
and i am not a very good fighter. | |
and my, well neither are you. | |
so lets be through with this one. | |
some things never change. | |
i know you are still my same girl. | |
built two room frames for pictures that you paint. | |
Lots in Monterrey, men across the bay, | |
right back to my same girl. | |
um um um... | |
how can you be so common. | |
the truth is that sometimes | |
you live in the eye of the storm. | |
with everything going on around us. | |
i feel comfort in the sound | |
when you say it will be okay. | |
like a star brighten me to the light of the day. | |
old drums can follow me | |
but not with my same girl. | |
i built two room frames for the pictures that you paint, | |
the lots in monterey, | |
and then across the bay, | |
right back to my same girl | |
um um um... |
If you could read my mind | |
you d say baby you were right | |
and i dont want to fight anymore. | |
you re usually righter than i am | |
and i am not a very good fighter. | |
and my, well neither are you. | |
so lets be through with this one. | |
some things never change. | |
i know you are still my same girl. | |
built two room frames for pictures that you paint. | |
Lots in Monterrey, men across the bay, | |
right back to my same girl. | |
um um um... | |
how can you be so common. | |
the truth is that sometimes | |
you live in the eye of the storm. | |
with everything going on around us. | |
i feel comfort in the sound | |
when you say it will be okay. | |
like a star brighten me to the light of the day. | |
old drums can follow me | |
but not with my same girl. | |
i built two room frames for the pictures that you paint, | |
the lots in monterey, | |
and then across the bay, | |
right back to my same girl | |
um um um... |
If you could read my mind | |
you d say baby you were right | |
and i dont want to fight anymore. | |
you re usually righter than i am | |
and i am not a very good fighter. | |
and my, well neither are you. | |
so lets be through with this one. | |
some things never change. | |
i know you are still my same girl. | |
built two room frames for pictures that you paint. | |
Lots in Monterrey, men across the bay, | |
right back to my same girl. | |
um um um... | |
how can you be so common. | |
the truth is that sometimes | |
you live in the eye of the storm. | |
with everything going on around us. | |
i feel comfort in the sound | |
when you say it will be okay. | |
like a star brighten me to the light of the day. | |
old drums can follow me | |
but not with my same girl. | |
i built two room frames for the pictures that you paint, | |
the lots in monterey, | |
and then across the bay, | |
right back to my same girl | |
um um um... |