Brett Young - Lady Lyrics
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Lady
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What Are The Lyrics For Lady By Brett Young?
I remember when I first heard your heartbeat
It had only been eight weeks Standing there, starin' at that screen was the First time you ever scared me God knows I don't know Exactly what I'm doin', but Good news, we got her to get through it I hope you look just like your mama And love her like I do You'll see close to perfect patience If you watch her every move You can always run to daddy You'll always be my baby, but Look at her, baby girl And you'll learn How to be a lady Just how to be a lady Mm-mm I can make ya laugh 'til you cry But she can make your tears dry, and When you get your heart broke by the wrong guy She can make it right I hope you look just like your mama And love her like I do You'll see close to perfect patience If you watch her every move You can always run to daddy You'll always be my baby, but Look at her, baby girl And you'll learn How to be a lady Mm-mm Just how to be a lady Oh-oh She'll hear you She'll hold you She'll help you through She'll fix you And me too I hope you look just like your mama And love her like I do (love her like I do) You'll see close to perfect patience If you watch her every move (every move) You can always run to daddy You'll always be my baby, but Look at her, baby girl And you'll learn How to be a lady Just how to be a lady |
Who Wrote Lady By Brett Young?
Brett Young, Jon Nite, Ross Copperman
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What's The Duration Of The Lady By Brett Young?The duration of Lady is 3:13 minutes and seconds. |
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