Billy Currington - Next time

Tekst :

So, there s somewhere you gotta be
Well, I sure hate to see you leave
I ll break my grip, but babe, you need to know
Next time I might not let you go

I know what you said
And I wanted that too
But takin it slow is gettin harder to do
It s feelin more and more like forever
Holdin you close
And next time I might not let you go

Good thing I don t get paid to think
Cause I sure thought I had the strength
To fight love off, but my resistance is runnin low
And next time I might not let you go

I know what you said
And I wanted that too
But takin it slow is gettin harder to do
It s feelin more and more like forever
Holdin you close
And next time I might not let you go

Yeah, next time I just might
Hold on for dear life

Yeah, next time I just might not let you go
Next time I might not let you go

So, there s somewhere you gotta be
Well, I sure hate to see you leave

Inne utwory

  • She knows what to do with a saturday night
  • When she gets close to me
  • Time with you
  • Why, why, why
  • Here i am
  • Off my rocker
  • Whole lot more
  • I wanna be a hillbilly
  • Walk a little straighther

    • Losowe utwory

    La quiero [englisch]

    I love her, I love her
    I love that woman
    She didn t love me anymore
    And I can see it all
    I love her, I love her
    I love that woman
    She didn t love me anymore
    And I can see it...

    A long time ago

    And in the land where I grew up
    Into the bosom of technology
    I kept my feelings to myself
    Until the perfect moment comes

    Then into your bloodstream I will go
    Until I turn into a part of you
    Flooding the garden of...

    The other side

    When this broken trough
    I will can’t with you
    When I wait my longest time
    Daylight brings the great divide
    We can like the rain
    Whispering your name
    Long to be with you divide
    Believe the sunrise
    When I reach the line
    I will see you on the other side

    Something pretty

    Here I am, where I’ve been
    I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
    And my clothes are worn & gritty.
    And I know ugliness,
    Now show me something pretty.
    I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
    And too much weight for walking shoes.
    I could have died from being boring.
    As for loneliness,
    She greets...

    Rules

    Love was meant to be loving
    So many times we don t give, we take
    Love has really no conception to this rule

    Days you gave me were numbered
    And as a rule they were hard to take
    All it took was the number...