you whisper I love you My senses don't like, I get a definite high When you're near I feel clear off the ground Reach for my arms, and I will give you
the songs this world can play But most of all I like your tune, When you whisper I love you. My senses don?t like, I get a definite high When you?re
译文: 唐威廉姆斯. 尤其是你.
Fairweather friends, fairweather sailors, Will leave you stranded on life's shore. One good friend who truly loves you Is worth the pain your heart endures
like the songs this world can play But most of all I like your tune, When you whisper I love you. My senses don?t like, I get a definite high When you
, no, I don?t want to love you And oh, oh, oh, I?m tryin? not to No, no, no, I don?t want to love you But oh, oh, oh, I think I do. I think about you
(both) If I needed you, would you come to me? Would you come to me, for to ease my pain? If you needed me, I would come to you I would swim the sea for
Miracles, miracles, that?s what life?s about Most of you must agree if you?ve thought it out I can see and I can hear, I can tell you why I can think
my life worth living Bur now and then miracles still happen Oh I know they do ?cause I found you. It?ll always be a mystery That in all this world you
is good Lord, have you forgotten me I?ve been prayin? to you faithfully I?m not sayin? I?m a righteous man But Lord, I hope you understand I don?t
waited for so long for you to come alone I thought that time would never fly Do what you want to do, say what you're wantin' to I hear you talkin' with
ll want you years from now I?ll hold you years from now as I hold you tonight You are my one true friend always my one true friend And I?ll love you till
stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' glocks is Natural to eat you
the game She said you must be playin' some kind of phone tag 'Cause every time I hit you, you don't hit me back Why is dat? 'Cause you're hella hard
Well maybe one of these cowboy songs Is gonna make me a star Well this don't sound like Strawberry Row Or that lonesome cattle call And you might think that it don
that red and black don't mix. The beatings I received became more and more frequent to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son you
