Shes Got to be a Saint - текст песни
She's Got to be a Saint
I'm out late every night Doing things that ain't right And she'll cry for me When I'm down in the dumps And she nurses my lumps How she cries for me
And she'll never complain She keeps hiding the pain But I know all the while She's not feeling too well 'Cause I put her through hell Still she forces a smile
(chorus) She's got to be a saint Lord know that I ain't I finally realize
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