Eight Crazy Hours (In The Story Of Love)

Song	Eight Crazy Hours (In The Story Of Love)
Artist	Shelly Fairchild
Album	Ride

	作曲 : Satcher, Scott
	It was somethin' as simple
	As makin' the bed
	That kicked off the voice
	Inside her head
	She was smoothin' the sheet
	With the plam of her hand
	When the thought struck home
	"I don't know who I am"
	And she sat cross-legged
	On the bedroom floor
	And thought
	"There's 3 people in this house
	That don't need me anymore."
	And she cried like a baby
	In a pile of dirty clothes
	Oh, should I be more care free
	Should I be more sexy
	Should I be more friend, than mom
	And the dryer was buzzin'
	And the TV was blarin'
	And she wanted to call, her mother
	It was somethin' as simple
	As checkin' in to that cheap motel
	Out on Highway 10
	Was it the sting of leavin'
	Or usin' her maiden name
	That took all of the fun
	Out of runnin' away
	And she cried like a baby
	In the tub of room 5
	Oh, should I be more care free
	Should I be more sexy
	Should I be more friend, than mom
	And her head was buzzin'
	And the TV was blarin'
	And she wanted to call, her husband
	It was somethin' as simple
	As pickin' up the kids
	That her back to Earth again
	She'd been to the dark side of the moon
	She had to keep it to herself
	So she grabbed Kentucky Fried Chicken
	For supper
	Oh, but she looked more care free
	And she looked more sexy
	And she looked more friend, than mom
	And the table talk was buzzin'
	And the TV, it was blarin'
	And they all sat and laughed at each other
	It was somethin' as simple
	As not givin' up
	And eight crazy hours
	In the story of love

	zuò qǔ : Satcher, Scott
	It was somethin' as simple
	As makin' the bed
	That kicked off the voice
	Inside her head
	She was smoothin' the sheet
	With the plam of her hand
	When the thought struck home
	" I don' t know who I am"
	And she sat crosslegged
	On the bedroom floor
	And thought
	" There' s 3 people in this house
	That don' t need me anymore."
	And she cried like a baby
	In a pile of dirty clothes
	Oh, should I be more care free
	Should I be more sexy
	Should I be more friend, than mom
	And the dryer was buzzin'
	And the TV was blarin'
	And she wanted to call, her mother
	It was somethin' as simple
	As checkin' in to that cheap motel
	Out on Highway 10
	Was it the sting of leavin'
	Or usin' her maiden name
	That took all of the fun
	Out of runnin' away
	And she cried like a baby
	In the tub of room 5
	Oh, should I be more care free
	Should I be more sexy
	Should I be more friend, than mom
	And her head was buzzin'
	And the TV was blarin'
	And she wanted to call, her husband
	It was somethin' as simple
	As pickin' up the kids
	That her back to Earth again
	She' d been to the dark side of the moon
	She had to keep it to herself
	So she grabbed Kentucky Fried Chicken
	For supper
	Oh, but she looked more care free
	And she looked more sexy
	And she looked more friend, than mom
	And the table talk was buzzin'
	And the TV, it was blarin'
	And they all sat and laughed at each other
	It was somethin' as simple
	As not givin' up
	And eight crazy hours
	In the story of love