Lirik Lagu Girlfriend - Bob Guiney
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Room 421,An airport hotel,I know I should be sleeping,But it's too soon to tell.If I fly out tomorrow,I'll see her tomorrow,I hope that I will.
There's no place like alone,No sound like my own voice,Fading into this quiet summer night,But I'm doing alright,I'll make a phone call or two.
Could I get some conversation please?Just send someone to see,About a few things I need.
Do you think you could bring me my girlfriend,And a bottle of wine?Bring me her future,Just make sure it's mine.Could you open the window,But leave out the cold?Make a phone call to Jesus,And clean up my soul.
Miles from my own bed,Further from content,I guess I should get used to this.Still rain on the runway,But I'm doing OK,I've got cigarettes to kiss.
Could I get some conversation please?I'm down on my knees,I'm only here for tonight,It's the story of my life.And I'm hitting the wall,And I wish I could call you,And ask for an hour.
Do you think you could bring me my girlfriend,And a bottle of wine?Bring me her future,Just make sure it's mine.Could you open the window,But leave out the cold?Make a phone call to Jesus,And clean up my soul.
Now it's four in the morning,Couldn't drink myself to sleep,Still trying to find the reasons,That are keeping you from me.As I'm staring out the window,I can't burn you from my mind,'Cause I'm hitting the wall,I can't take this anymore,I can't do it anymore.
Bring me my girlfriend,And a bottle of wine.Bring me her future,Just make sure it's mine.Could you open the window,But leave out the cold?Make a phone call to Jesus,And clean up my soul.
Room 421,A Cleveland hotel,I know I should be sleeping,But it's
There's no place like alone,No sound like my own voice,Fading into this quiet summer night,But I'm doing alright,I'll make a phone call or two.
Could I get some conversation please?Just send someone to see,About a few things I need.
Do you think you could bring me my girlfriend,And a bottle of wine?Bring me her future,Just make sure it's mine.Could you open the window,But leave out the cold?Make a phone call to Jesus,And clean up my soul.
Miles from my own bed,Further from content,I guess I should get used to this.Still rain on the runway,But I'm doing OK,I've got cigarettes to kiss.
Could I get some conversation please?I'm down on my knees,I'm only here for tonight,It's the story of my life.And I'm hitting the wall,And I wish I could call you,And ask for an hour.
Do you think you could bring me my girlfriend,And a bottle of wine?Bring me her future,Just make sure it's mine.Could you open the window,But leave out the cold?Make a phone call to Jesus,And clean up my soul.
Now it's four in the morning,Couldn't drink myself to sleep,Still trying to find the reasons,That are keeping you from me.As I'm staring out the window,I can't burn you from my mind,'Cause I'm hitting the wall,I can't take this anymore,I can't do it anymore.
Bring me my girlfriend,And a bottle of wine.Bring me her future,Just make sure it's mine.Could you open the window,But leave out the cold?Make a phone call to Jesus,And clean up my soul.
Room 421,A Cleveland hotel,I know I should be sleeping,But it's
