And I love you so the people ask me how How I've lived till now I tell them I don't know I guess they understand how lonely life has been But life began
번역: 톰 T. 홀. 그리고 난 당신이 그렇게 사랑.
& tell me why you're leaving me Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday And don't I warn you when you're gettin fat Ain't I a gonna take you fishin
Words and music by Tom T. Hall From Real - The Tom T. Hall Project Originally by Tom T. Hall Have you read any good telephone books lately? If you ain
showbiz Tom Cruise isn't but I heard his agent is Tell your friend Veronica It's time to celebrte Chanukah I hope I get a harmonicah On this lovely, lovely
time you celebrate hanukkah I hope I get a harmonica, on this lovely, lovely hanukkah. So drink your gin-and-tonic-ah, and smoke your mara-juanic-ah, If you
It ain't right and when I show 'em the iron pills I'mma bomb threat, you just a little fire drill I buy out deals, why? 'cause I rhyme reals So don't
nigga want eat that Bitch you don't Make a nigga Better, better see Fab I know a bird named Amy, love to tea bag Set you up right for some loosies and
is Jamie Maddrox and I got fat balls I'm always urinating in the motel halls I got a big head that never fits a hat So you ain't see me wearing a damn
I can't control it but i know That this shit can't be right I love to hit don't be fooled I go to sleep every night Now i was tied up under a vieduct
It's time to celebrat Hanukkah Don't forget harmonica On this lovely, lovely Hanukkah So drink your gin and tonic-a And smoke your maraijuana-ca If you
Tom Cruise isn't, but I heard his agent is Tell your friend Veronica It's time to celebrate Chanukah I hope I get a harmonicah Oh this lovely, lovely Chanukah So
to celebrate Hannukah I hope I get a harmonica On this lovely, lovely Hannukah So drink your Gin and tonica And smoke your marijuanica If you really,
friend Veronica It's time to celebrate Chanukah I hope I get a harmonicah Oh this lovely, lovely Chanukah So drink your gin and tonicah And smoke your marijuanikah If you
you know? And I'm hot! Don: And I got the bun and the hamburger and the relish and the orange and I've got my clothes off and I'm hot! Phyllis: Oh, come
s real and I can feel it every day How they choose to refuse the good news And then lose and go astray But I see clear and I can hear of all the fear
the young countess who, for love, she stayed awake So first he played her a slow air and then he played it brisk and gay And oh, dear love, behind her
drinking game When you drink and you try to forget One woman who loved you and another who didn't And I ain't seen one winner yet CHORUS: What have you
