Faith Hill - The Bed We Made Lyrics
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The Bed We Made
The Bed We Made Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Bed We Made By Faith Hill?
The dishes are clean in the kitchen
There ain't no dirt on the floor The laundry is all done washing There ain't no honey do this no more The sugar bowl is all full of sugar The car has been washed and waxed The roses have all been watered It's damn hear perfect on the cul-de-sac so Let's go make a mess of the bed we made this morning Like the roofs been hit by hurricane Throw those pillows on the hardwood And tangle those sheets up real good Let's go make a mess of, make a mess of the bed we made I'm talking candle wax on teh dresser Half spilled empty bottle of wine A trail of clothes down the hallway Pick it up tomorrow but baby tonight Let's go make a mess of the bed we made this morning Like the roofs been hit by hurricane Throw those pillows on the hardwood And tangle those sheets up real good Let's go make a mess of, make a mess of the bed we made So you go and pull back the covers I'll go and pull down the shades Let's go make a mess of the bed we made this morning Like the roofs been hit by hurricane Throw those pillows on the hardwood And tangle those sheets up real good Let's go make a mess of, make a mess of the bed we made Let's go make, let's go make make a mess of the bed Make a mess of the bed we made Let's go make, let's go make make a mess of the bed Make a mess of the bed we made |
Who Wrote The Bed We Made By Faith Hill?
Hillary Lindsey, Liz Rose, Lori Mckenna
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What's The Duration Of The The Bed We Made By Faith Hill?The duration of The Bed We Made is 3:43 minutes and seconds. |
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