Song | U Don'T Know How Much I Hate U |
Artist | Rodney Crowell |
Album | The Houston Kid |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Crowell, Lukather | |
Night after night, day after day | |
I pass by the house that once was my home | |
I'm lookin' for something to knock out the lights till the sun comes up shining like new | |
The chill in my bones just reminds me that life isn't fair and nobody cares | |
About lost souls surviving on hard knocks and vice | |
In a world just as nasty as your world is nice... baby blue | |
You don't know how much | |
I hate everything about you | |
Your honey red lips and your eyes big and sparkling blue | |
The curve of your hips and your black | |
Irish hair sends a shiver that runs through me too | |
You don't know how much | |
I hate you... | |
I wish it was true | |
You were kind to my mother you were good to my friends you were passionate, faithful and strong | |
I must have been sleeping it feels like a dream and | |
I can't say just where | |
I went wrong | |
Like a dog in the garbage with rocks in my head | |
I'm strung out and crazy | |
I can't find the thread runnin' through | |
You don't know how much | |
I hate everything about you | |
Your voice like good bourbon so elegant, tasteful and smooth | |
With a flick of a match | |
I could burn down this house takin' every last memory of you | |
You don't know how much | |
I hate you... | |
You don't know how much | |
I hate you... | |
You don't know how much | |
I hate you... | |
I wish it was true |
zuo ci : Crowell, Lukather | |
Night after night, day after day | |
I pass by the house that once was my home | |
I' m lookin' for something to knock out the lights till the sun comes up shining like new | |
The chill in my bones just reminds me that life isn' t fair and nobody cares | |
About lost souls surviving on hard knocks and vice | |
In a world just as nasty as your world is nice... baby blue | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate everything about you | |
Your honey red lips and your eyes big and sparkling blue | |
The curve of your hips and your black | |
Irish hair sends a shiver that runs through me too | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate you... | |
I wish it was true | |
You were kind to my mother you were good to my friends you were passionate, faithful and strong | |
I must have been sleeping it feels like a dream and | |
I can' t say just where | |
I went wrong | |
Like a dog in the garbage with rocks in my head | |
I' m strung out and crazy | |
I can' t find the thread runnin' through | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate everything about you | |
Your voice like good bourbon so elegant, tasteful and smooth | |
With a flick of a match | |
I could burn down this house takin' every last memory of you | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate you... | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate you... | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate you... | |
I wish it was true |
zuò cí : Crowell, Lukather | |
Night after night, day after day | |
I pass by the house that once was my home | |
I' m lookin' for something to knock out the lights till the sun comes up shining like new | |
The chill in my bones just reminds me that life isn' t fair and nobody cares | |
About lost souls surviving on hard knocks and vice | |
In a world just as nasty as your world is nice... baby blue | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate everything about you | |
Your honey red lips and your eyes big and sparkling blue | |
The curve of your hips and your black | |
Irish hair sends a shiver that runs through me too | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate you... | |
I wish it was true | |
You were kind to my mother you were good to my friends you were passionate, faithful and strong | |
I must have been sleeping it feels like a dream and | |
I can' t say just where | |
I went wrong | |
Like a dog in the garbage with rocks in my head | |
I' m strung out and crazy | |
I can' t find the thread runnin' through | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate everything about you | |
Your voice like good bourbon so elegant, tasteful and smooth | |
With a flick of a match | |
I could burn down this house takin' every last memory of you | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate you... | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate you... | |
You don' t know how much | |
I hate you... | |
I wish it was true |