Song | She Thinks His Name Was John |
Artist | Reba McEntire |
Album | 50 Greatest Hits |
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作词 : Knox, Rosen | |
(sandy knox, steve rosen) | |
She can account for all of the men in her past | |
Where they are now, who they married, how many kids they have | |
She knew their backgrounds, family and friends | |
A few she even talks to now and then | |
But there is one she can't put her finger on | |
There is one who never leaves her thoughts | |
And she thinks his name was john | |
A chance meeting, a party a few years back | |
Broad shoulders and blue eyes, his hair was so black | |
He was a friend of a friend you could say | |
She let his smile just sweep her away | |
And in her heart she knew it was wrong | |
But too much wine and she left his bed at dawn | |
And she thinks his name was john | |
Now each day is one day that's left in her life | |
She won't know love, have a marriage or sing lullabies | |
She lays all alone and cries herself to sleep | |
'cause she let a stranger kill her hopes and her dreams | |
And all her friends say what a pity what a loss | |
And in the end when she was barely hanging on | |
All she could say is she thinks his name was john |
zuo ci : Knox, Rosen | |
sandy knox, steve rosen | |
She can account for all of the men in her past | |
Where they are now, who they married, how many kids they have | |
She knew their backgrounds, family and friends | |
A few she even talks to now and then | |
But there is one she can' t put her finger on | |
There is one who never leaves her thoughts | |
And she thinks his name was john | |
A chance meeting, a party a few years back | |
Broad shoulders and blue eyes, his hair was so black | |
He was a friend of a friend you could say | |
She let his smile just sweep her away | |
And in her heart she knew it was wrong | |
But too much wine and she left his bed at dawn | |
And she thinks his name was john | |
Now each day is one day that' s left in her life | |
She won' t know love, have a marriage or sing lullabies | |
She lays all alone and cries herself to sleep | |
' cause she let a stranger kill her hopes and her dreams | |
And all her friends say what a pity what a loss | |
And in the end when she was barely hanging on | |
All she could say is she thinks his name was john |
zuò cí : Knox, Rosen | |
sandy knox, steve rosen | |
She can account for all of the men in her past | |
Where they are now, who they married, how many kids they have | |
She knew their backgrounds, family and friends | |
A few she even talks to now and then | |
But there is one she can' t put her finger on | |
There is one who never leaves her thoughts | |
And she thinks his name was john | |
A chance meeting, a party a few years back | |
Broad shoulders and blue eyes, his hair was so black | |
He was a friend of a friend you could say | |
She let his smile just sweep her away | |
And in her heart she knew it was wrong | |
But too much wine and she left his bed at dawn | |
And she thinks his name was john | |
Now each day is one day that' s left in her life | |
She won' t know love, have a marriage or sing lullabies | |
She lays all alone and cries herself to sleep | |
' cause she let a stranger kill her hopes and her dreams | |
And all her friends say what a pity what a loss | |
And in the end when she was barely hanging on | |
All she could say is she thinks his name was john |