Musica de Andrew Mendelson del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Andrew Mendelson tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Verse 1]
I cut my hair off, I wore the tie
Woke up at 7, came home at 5
For a while I traded whiskey for Miller Lite
And I know your mama calls me polite, Mr. Right
Oh, but that ain't right
[Chorus]
'Cause I always gotta know
What's behind the other door
I'm never gonna be that straight-laced
Sunday-mornin' man you were lookin' for
Nobody's ever tied me down in a clapboard house
With some kids and a bed of roses
But you came the closest
[Verse 2]
We never married 'cause I never asked
I left the diamond under the glass
Some day you'll be glad
'Cause you'll find somebody who shaves every day
When your dad comes around, he'll know what to say
I just ain't that way
I just ain't that way
[Chorus]
'Cause I always gotta know
What's behind the other door
I'm never gonna be that straight-laced
Sunday-mornin' man you were lookin' for
Nobody's ever tied me down in a clapboard house
With some kids and a bed of roses
But you came the closest
[Bridge]
Moving on is the only thing I know how to do
If I could've stood still then I would've stood still with you
[Chorus]
But I always gotta know
What's behind the other door
I'm never gonna be that straight-laced
Sunday-mornin' man you were lookin' for
Nobody's ever tied me down in a clapboard house
With some kids and a bed of roses
But you came the closest