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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leah Blevins
Leah Blevins
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leah Blevins
Leah Blevins
Songwriter
Hugh Mitchell
Hugh Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Cauthen
Paul Cauthen
Producer
Beau Bedford
Beau Bedford
Producer

Lyrics

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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