I should’ve known by the way you passed me byThere was something in your eyes and it wasn’t rightI should’ve walked, but I never had the chanceEverything got out of hand, and I let it slide Incoming search terms:carrie underwood lyrics
You better take it from me, that boy is like a diseaseYou’re running, you’re trying, you’re trying to hideAnd you’re wondering why you can’t get freeHe’s like a curse, he’s like a drugYou get addicted to his loveYou wanna get out but he’s holding you down‘Cause you can’t live without one more touch
What you’re gonna do when the show is over What you’re gonna sing when the song is eerie How you’re gonna cope when there is no closure Where you’re gonna reach when the goal gets higher How you’re gonna make it through When you think you lost your chance
Suppose I called you up tonight and told you that I love youAnd suppose I said I wanna come back homeAnd suppose I cried and said I think I finally learned my lessonAnd I’m tired of spending all my time alone
It was two weeks after the day she turned 18All dressed in white, going to the church that nightShe had his box of letters in the passenger seatSixpence in her shoeSomething borrowed, something blueAnd when the church doors opened up wide She put her veil down trying to hide the tears Oh she just couldn’t [...]
Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison, baby Last night, I did things I’m not proud of And I got a little crazy Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor and I let him call me baby
Oh why you look so sad The tears are in your eyes Come on and come to me now Don’t be ashamed to cry Let me see you through Cause I’ve seen the dark side too
These are the days of the open hand They will not be the last Look around now
Since the day they got married He’d been praying for a little baby boy Someone he could take fishing Throw the football and be his pride and joy He could already see him holding that trophy Taking his team to state But when the nurse came in with a little pink blanket All those big [...]
Right now he’s probably slow dancing with a bleach blond tramp, and she’s probably getting frisky… right now, he’s probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can’t shoot whiskey…
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