Amy Ray - Bus Bus Lyrics
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Bus Bus
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What Are The Lyrics For Bus Bus By Amy Ray?
Hey baby my baby sweet baby
I'm on the bus tour bus bunk I got my headphones on and I'm listening to Elliott rock rock rock rock Rock me to sleep I got the phone on vibrate in case you call me I got my heart on migrate in case you need to tell me you love me love me love Even though I stay gone so long So long baby I've been longing for you And the sweet smells of our home I hope nobody dies while I'm out here I hope nobody cries when I'm not there snow in march spring in may Do you remember younger days Before the arctic ice was turning to sea Before the polar bear was drifting helplessly? it's a rollaway rollaway rollaway bed Rolling away with your baby And I'll take anything that'll help me sleep so save me save me Save me a piece Of the heart that pumps the blood right through your veins Save me a piece Of the magic hours that the twilight brings bring them to me bring them to me On the bus tour bus bunk Meet me in the bunk now baby Or am I out of luck now baby? Am I pushing my luck? I got the phone on vibrate in case you call me Am I pushing my luck? I made some room now baby in case you've come to save me snow in march spring in may Do you remember younger days Before the arctic ice was turning to sea Before the polar bear was drifting helplessly? |
Who Wrote Bus Bus By Amy Ray?
Amy Elizabeth Ray
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What's The Duration Of The Bus Bus By Amy Ray?The duration of Bus Bus is 2:55 minutes and seconds. |
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