Song | Respect Me In The Morning |
Artist | Molly Hatchet |
Album | Take No Prisoners |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Farrar, Roland | |
Well, I remember when | |
I met you baby | |
Back a long time ago | |
Well, you were telling me you loved me | |
I bet you just didn't know | |
Well, now you say | |
That you've got news for me | |
Well, I know it's the hurting kind | |
Well, I know you're gonna tell me | |
Baby, you can never see | |
And you keep on screaming at me | |
As I'm going out the door | |
Chorus: Respect me in the morning | |
Don't love you no more | |
Well, I've been coming here | |
Loving you baby | |
Seven long nights a week | |
But every time | |
I leave you | |
You're right back out on the streets | |
And you been saying you've been true to me | |
My friends they say | |
You're telling me lies | |
And if you don't straighten up your act | |
I think I'm gonna blacken your eyes | |
And you keep screaming at me | |
As I'm walking out the door. | |
Well, I remember whe | |
I met you baby | |
Back a long time ago | |
You were telling me you loved me | |
How much you just didn't know | |
But now you say you got news for me | |
Well, I know it's a hurting kind | |
I know you're gonna tell me | |
Baby, you can never be mine | |
And you keep on screaming at me | |
As I'm going out the door | |
Chorus: Oh, respect me in your morning | |
I don't want 'round it no more | |
And you keep on screaming at me | |
As I'm going out the door | |
Respect me in the morning | |
Or don't come 'round here no more |
zuo ci : Farrar, Roland | |
Well, I remember when | |
I met you baby | |
Back a long time ago | |
Well, you were telling me you loved me | |
I bet you just didn' t know | |
Well, now you say | |
That you' ve got news for me | |
Well, I know it' s the hurting kind | |
Well, I know you' re gonna tell me | |
Baby, you can never see | |
And you keep on screaming at me | |
As I' m going out the door | |
Chorus: Respect me in the morning | |
Don' t love you no more | |
Well, I' ve been coming here | |
Loving you baby | |
Seven long nights a week | |
But every time | |
I leave you | |
You' re right back out on the streets | |
And you been saying you' ve been true to me | |
My friends they say | |
You' re telling me lies | |
And if you don' t straighten up your act | |
I think I' m gonna blacken your eyes | |
And you keep screaming at me | |
As I' m walking out the door. | |
Well, I remember whe | |
I met you baby | |
Back a long time ago | |
You were telling me you loved me | |
How much you just didn' t know | |
But now you say you got news for me | |
Well, I know it' s a hurting kind | |
I know you' re gonna tell me | |
Baby, you can never be mine | |
And you keep on screaming at me | |
As I' m going out the door | |
Chorus: Oh, respect me in your morning | |
I don' t want ' round it no more | |
And you keep on screaming at me | |
As I' m going out the door | |
Respect me in the morning | |
Or don' t come ' round here no more |
zuò cí : Farrar, Roland | |
Well, I remember when | |
I met you baby | |
Back a long time ago | |
Well, you were telling me you loved me | |
I bet you just didn' t know | |
Well, now you say | |
That you' ve got news for me | |
Well, I know it' s the hurting kind | |
Well, I know you' re gonna tell me | |
Baby, you can never see | |
And you keep on screaming at me | |
As I' m going out the door | |
Chorus: Respect me in the morning | |
Don' t love you no more | |
Well, I' ve been coming here | |
Loving you baby | |
Seven long nights a week | |
But every time | |
I leave you | |
You' re right back out on the streets | |
And you been saying you' ve been true to me | |
My friends they say | |
You' re telling me lies | |
And if you don' t straighten up your act | |
I think I' m gonna blacken your eyes | |
And you keep screaming at me | |
As I' m walking out the door. | |
Well, I remember whe | |
I met you baby | |
Back a long time ago | |
You were telling me you loved me | |
How much you just didn' t know | |
But now you say you got news for me | |
Well, I know it' s a hurting kind | |
I know you' re gonna tell me | |
Baby, you can never be mine | |
And you keep on screaming at me | |
As I' m going out the door | |
Chorus: Oh, respect me in your morning | |
I don' t want ' round it no more | |
And you keep on screaming at me | |
As I' m going out the door | |
Respect me in the morning | |
Or don' t come ' round here no more |