Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
The way you make love to me matches up perfectly
With pictures that I've always carried around in my mind
Honey you got it all
There's nobody like you, I just don't love you, that's all
And I try to make love to you to match it all perfectly
With pictures that you'd always carried around in your mind
But I couldn't make the fall
There's nobody like you, I just don't love you, that's all
And I'd rather hurt myself
Than to ever cause you pain
I feel like I'm stealing away with the sunshine
Leaving you stuck in the rain
The way you make love to me matches up perfectly
With pictures that I've always carried around in my mind
Honey you got it all
There's nobody like you, I just don't love you, that's all
And l'd rather hurt myself