Every time that I see ya A lightning bolt fills the room The underbelly of Paris She sings her favorite tune
She'll drink you under the table She'll show you a trick or two But every time that I left her I missed the things she would do
She was the one, for me She opened my eyes, to see She was the one, for me Well alright
It was a cold September Before the Indian summer That's the thing I remember When she gave me her number
Went from station to station On a train 'cross the nation And the rain of November That's the time that we ended
She was the one, for me Well alright
Vodka with Coca-Cola Cocaine tucked in her shoes Cigarettes over coffee Her halo slipped to a noose
Take a slow boat to China You fly a rag 'round the moon She could take it or leave it I knew it had to end soon
She was the one, for me She opened my eyes, to see She was the one, for me Well alright
It was a cold September Before the Indian summer That's the thing I remember When she gave me her number
Went from station to station On a train 'cross the nation And the rain of November That's the time that we ended
She was the one, for me She opened my eyes, to see
She was the one, for me Well alright, alright, alright, yeah
Compositor: Kelly Jones (Stereophonics) (PRS)Editor: Stereophonics Music LtdPublicado em 2012 (03/Fev) e lançado em 2012 (02/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #7051617 e fonograma #11597303 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM