She knows when I’m lonesome.
She cries when I am sad.
She’s up in the good times.
She’s down in the bed.
Whenever I‘m discouraged,
She knows just what to do.
But girl, She doesn’t know about you.
I can tell her my troubles.
She makes them all seem right.
I can make up excuses not to hold her at night.
We can talk of tomorrow.
Anh và nàng có thểnói chuyện về tương lai.
I’ll tell her things that I wanna do.
But girl, how I can tell her about you?
How I can tell her about you?
Girl, please tell me what to do.
Everything seems right whenever I’m with you.
So, girl,won’t you tell me how to tell her about you?
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