Testi:
Martina Mcbride

With lipstick on his collar and a trace of cheap perfume He undresses in the darkness and eases into bed With her face turned to the other wall she pretends

Bewteen the perfect world and the bottom line Keeping love alive in these troubled times It's a mircle in itself And we know too well what that's about

There's a photo in an album he don't notice anymore That's me, that's me There's a stack of cards and letters buried deep inside a drawer That's me,

We came out west together with a common desire The fever we had might-a set the west coast on fire Two months later got a troublin' mind 'Cause my baby

Never believed in the straight and narrow Always took the rocky road Spread my wings like a wayward sparrow Where the wind blew I would go Thought no

My heart's not ready for the rocking chair I need somebody who really cares So tired of living solitaire Someday I'm gonna be Safe In The Arms Of Love

I tried to hold our love together But you let us fall apart Now your leaving me for someone else Taking what's left of my heart But this time the pain

I'm puny short and little but I'm loud I learned to do my singing walking 'long behind a plow The singing teacher always passed me by And so I have to

She loved him like he was The last man on Earth Gave hime everything she ever had He'd break her spirit down Then come lovin' up to her Give a little