(yes) I'd rather believe in you I know we've had our share Of troubles long within the past Till I know I'd rather believe I'd rather believe in you
I know why I believe, I believe I believe, I believe I believe in the man I believe in the man I believe in the man I believe in the man Touch a baby
译文: 雪儿. 我信.
译文: 雪儿. 我宁愿相信你.
I turn my back on him Now it's you that makes me smile But in your arms, I'm restless Like I'm leaving in awhile I let the match and burned my bridges
I hope you find your love And I hope I fine mine [Chorus] Bye bye baby I hope you find your love And I hope I fine mine I hope you find your love And
I felt you When I really only dreamed of you again And I'm clinging to your pillow Like a drowning man would hold on As I feel the flood of memories rushing in [Chorus:] And I
Then I know why I believe, I believe I believe, I believe I believe in the man I believe in the man I believe in the man I believe in the man Touch
I don't wanna be hurt any anymore anymore I have loved so hard everything I did was no joy Since I can't love you right baby I don't have to love you at all I
yes (yes) I'd rather believe in you I know we've had our share Of troubles long within the past Till I know I'd rather believe I'd rather believe in you
your letter I don't know whether To call you up and talk again When I saw the name you signed Going through my mind Was a memory way back when Now all that I
Knock, knock, knock on wood I think I better Knock, (Knock) knock on wood I think I better Knock, (Knock) knock on wood I think I better Knock, (Knock) knock on wood I think I
Momma raised me to love one man And that's just what I'm trying to do But since you've been playing In that rock and roll band I never see enough of
on and on While the only love I've ever known is gone You made me feel like I was something special The way no other man ever done And I knew last night
don't go away And leave me all alone Momma said to the welfare lady Find my child a good home I miss my Spring Ah winter's been a long time passing I
WHAT I BELIEVE DEAR (IS ALL UP TO YOU) Writers Tott Wilson, Sue Wilson What I believe, dear, is all up to you Those things they are saying Don't have