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INTERPRÉTATION
Leah Blevins
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Leah Blevins
Paroles/Composition
Hugh Mitchell
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Paul Cauthen
Production
Beau Bedford
Production
Paroles
We got married on a Sunday
Bunch of family and some friends
Everyone said I looked lovely
They didn't know where I had been
My twin sister held my flowers
Your best man smelled like gin
Ain't no place I'd rather be standing
Glad it's you instead of him
And oh, little bird, take me home
'Cause I still love you after all that I know
You told me your secret, all your dirty little secrets
Just what I want
Saw me bathing in the moonlight
In a Texas riverbed
After collecting admirers
Just to wash 'em off again
You could see that I was startled
When I saw you gazing from afar
Baby, I'll be your Bathsheba
You'll be my King, forevermore
And oh, little bird, take me home
'Cause I still love you after all that I know
You told me your secret, all your dirty little secrets
Just what I want
Just what I want
Most people say that I am poison
Certain death in a cup
Glad I found out I'm a sinner
'Cause I never would have learned how to truly make love
And oh, little bird, take me home
'Cause I still love you after all that I know
You told me your secret, all your dirty little secrets
Just what I want
You're just what I want
You're just what I want
Writer(s): Hugh Mitchell, Leah Blevins
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