Song | If You're Gonna Straighten Up (Brother Now's The Time) |
Artist | Travis Tritt |
Album | Strong Enough |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dipiero, Robbins, Tritt | |
She's getting tired of your running around | |
Out every night trying to paint the town | |
She's growing weary of your childish games | |
She's getting fed up with the dang thing | |
You better listen to me when I talk | |
That little lady's 'bout to up and walk | |
And if she leaves you,boy you'll lose your mind | |
So if you're gonna straighten up,brother now's the time | |
She's been calling on my telephone | |
I've got a shoulder she's been crying on | |
You'd see the ending if you'd only look | |
Your baby doll's about to close the book | |
You keep neglecting what you've got at home | |
The way she looks she won't be lonely long | |
I know she loves you but she's tired of lies | |
So if you're gonna straighten up,brother now's the time | |
A woman has her needs and her desires | |
She ought to have the lovin' she requires | |
You can keep her if you only try | |
But better hurry 'fore she says goodbye | |
The kind of love that gives a girl a thrill | |
If you won't give it there are those who will | |
There's lot's of men who'd love to have a shot | |
At having something you've already got | |
You best be careful what you throw away | |
It just might haunt you till your dying day | |
What's the matter with you boy,you blond? | |
If you're gonna straighten up,brother now's the time |
zuo ci : Dipiero, Robbins, Tritt | |
She' s getting tired of your running around | |
Out every night trying to paint the town | |
She' s growing weary of your childish games | |
She' s getting fed up with the dang thing | |
You better listen to me when I talk | |
That little lady' s ' bout to up and walk | |
And if she leaves you, boy you' ll lose your mind | |
So if you' re gonna straighten up, brother now' s the time | |
She' s been calling on my telephone | |
I' ve got a shoulder she' s been crying on | |
You' d see the ending if you' d only look | |
Your baby doll' s about to close the book | |
You keep neglecting what you' ve got at home | |
The way she looks she won' t be lonely long | |
I know she loves you but she' s tired of lies | |
So if you' re gonna straighten up, brother now' s the time | |
A woman has her needs and her desires | |
She ought to have the lovin' she requires | |
You can keep her if you only try | |
But better hurry ' fore she says goodbye | |
The kind of love that gives a girl a thrill | |
If you won' t give it there are those who will | |
There' s lot' s of men who' d love to have a shot | |
At having something you' ve already got | |
You best be careful what you throw away | |
It just might haunt you till your dying day | |
What' s the matter with you boy, you blond? | |
If you' re gonna straighten up, brother now' s the time |
zuò cí : Dipiero, Robbins, Tritt | |
She' s getting tired of your running around | |
Out every night trying to paint the town | |
She' s growing weary of your childish games | |
She' s getting fed up with the dang thing | |
You better listen to me when I talk | |
That little lady' s ' bout to up and walk | |
And if she leaves you, boy you' ll lose your mind | |
So if you' re gonna straighten up, brother now' s the time | |
She' s been calling on my telephone | |
I' ve got a shoulder she' s been crying on | |
You' d see the ending if you' d only look | |
Your baby doll' s about to close the book | |
You keep neglecting what you' ve got at home | |
The way she looks she won' t be lonely long | |
I know she loves you but she' s tired of lies | |
So if you' re gonna straighten up, brother now' s the time | |
A woman has her needs and her desires | |
She ought to have the lovin' she requires | |
You can keep her if you only try | |
But better hurry ' fore she says goodbye | |
The kind of love that gives a girl a thrill | |
If you won' t give it there are those who will | |
There' s lot' s of men who' d love to have a shot | |
At having something you' ve already got | |
You best be careful what you throw away | |
It just might haunt you till your dying day | |
What' s the matter with you boy, you blond? | |
If you' re gonna straighten up, brother now' s the time |