Testi:
Deana Carter Story Of My Life

thought that my whole world could end Somewhere between Atlanta and Birmingham Somewhere between Atlanta and Birmingham We fell in love with just one touch It was out of our hands I never thought that my

a glimpse of who we are We weren't wild, but we weren't far She said Thelma and Louise, you got nothin' on me And you can tell ol' James Dean to get

White lace bedspread, Monet hanging over my head Big smile on my face, wine glasses all over the place Your shirt on my floor, I've never done that before

She parks her car on Woodland Street She's got a job at the meat-n-three She's kind of pretty in a perculiar kind of way And I try hard to like her Yeah

I can't ignore the voices in my head The things we never said hunting me down I fell like I've found myself in pieces on the floor More broken than before

thought that my whole world could end Somewhere between Atlanta and Birmingham Somewhere between Atlanta and Birmingham We fell in love, with just one touch it was out of our hands I never thought that my

I can't ignore the voices in my head The things we never said hunting me down I feel like I've found myself in pieces on the floor More broken than before

As I speak I'm forgetting you All that use to be is just a memory, yeah Getting over you, yeah You might wanna try But you won't be my demise Gonna find my

White lace bedspread, Monet hanging over my head Big smile on my face, wine glasses all over the place Your shirt on my floor, I've never done that before