Lirik Lagu 1965 - Jessie Murph
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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.
My hair is high, coke is cheap, it's a great time to be aliveStudies are now saying that cigarettes are recommended and women belong in the kitchen
We'd go to church on a Sunday, wake up on MondayYou'd go to work and I'd stay home and sing and do fun thingsI might get a little slap-slap, but you wouldn't hit me on SnapchatDon't fucking text me at 2 a.m. sayin', "Where you at, at?" Boy, fuck you
You'd handwrite me letters when you went awayYou'd make me feel better, you'd know what to sayAnd maybe you'd still be a hoBut if you cheated, hell, I wouldn't know
I want you to love me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)Like it's 1965, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)I want you to want me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)I think I'd give up a few rights (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)If you would just love me like it's 1965
You'd show up at the door with flowers and ask meWhat I am doing an hour half past 3We'd go to diners and movies and suchWe'd just hold hands and I'd love every touchAnd I would be twenty, and it'd be acceptableFor you to be forty, and that is fucked up, I knowBut at least you wouldn't drive off before I get in the fucking doorYou fucking fuck, fuck you
I want you to love me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)Like it's 1965, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)I want you to want me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)I think I'd give up a few rights (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)If you would just love me like it's 1965
I guess Bud Light didn't existFuck, and I guess movies didn't existMaybe they did, I'm not sure about that timeline, butI'm sure about you are mine and I am yoursAnd I'd fight matadorsAnd Dirty Dancing wasn't a thing yet, I love that movie, fuckBut oh, we could read a lot of books
We'd go to church on a Sunday, wake up on MondayYou'd go to work and I'd stay home and sing and do fun thingsI might get a little slap-slap, but you wouldn't hit me on SnapchatDon't fucking text me at 2 a.m. sayin', "Where you at, at?" Boy, fuck you
You'd handwrite me letters when you went awayYou'd make me feel better, you'd know what to sayAnd maybe you'd still be a hoBut if you cheated, hell, I wouldn't know
I want you to love me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)Like it's 1965, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)I want you to want me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)I think I'd give up a few rights (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)If you would just love me like it's 1965
You'd show up at the door with flowers and ask meWhat I am doing an hour half past 3We'd go to diners and movies and suchWe'd just hold hands and I'd love every touchAnd I would be twenty, and it'd be acceptableFor you to be forty, and that is fucked up, I knowBut at least you wouldn't drive off before I get in the fucking doorYou fucking fuck, fuck you
I want you to love me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)Like it's 1965, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)I want you to want me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)I think I'd give up a few rights (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)If you would just love me like it's 1965
I guess Bud Light didn't existFuck, and I guess movies didn't existMaybe they did, I'm not sure about that timeline, butI'm sure about you are mine and I am yoursAnd I'd fight matadorsAnd Dirty Dancing wasn't a thing yet, I love that movie, fuckBut oh, we could read a lot of books
