Tekst Utworu

If she could loose I'd hate to be the other side of Sunday weather I'd hate to be the hair-bringer oh babe cuz I'd hate to be the one who lost my love to you Love wasn't there when I saw you I knew my way around And the grass was growing extra tall for me And I had your number in my head I could hardly remember the way it was before Then I saw the changes in the policy It was extra bold for me Was extra bold for me If she could loose I'd hate to be the other side of Sunday weather I'd hate to be the hair-bringer oh babe cuz I'd hate to be the one who lost my love to you The time can take as long as it wants to And my ayy said never never so long And know that I have never seen the winds like you If she could loose I'd hate to be the other side of Sunday weather I'd hate to be the hair-bringer oh babe cuz I'd hate to be the one who lost my love to you
Writer(s): Jonathan Fisher, Aaron Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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