Fleetwood Mac - The Ledge Lyrics
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The Ledge
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What Are The Lyrics For The Ledge By Fleetwood Mac?
Countin' on my fingers
Countin' on my toes Slippin' through your fingers Watchin' how it grows You can love me baby but you can't walk out Someone oughta tell you what it's really all about Do you ever wonder Do you ever hate Six feet under Someone who can wait You can love me baby but you can't walk out Someone oughta tell you Oughta tell you what it's really all about You're never gonna make it baby Oohh you're never gonna Make it babe Make it babe Make it baby Countin' on my fingers Countin' on my toes Slippin' through the ringer Watchin' how it goes You can love me baby but you can't walk out Someone oughta tell you what it's really all about Buy another fixture Tell another lie Paint another picture See who's surprised You can love me baby but you can't walk out Someone oughta Someone oughta tell you what it's reallly all about You're never gonna make it baby Oohh you're never gonna make it baby Oohh you're never gonna Make it babe Make it babe Make it baby You can love me baby but you can't walk out You can love me baby but you can't walk out You can love me baby but you can't walk out Someone oughta someone oughta Someone oughta someone oughta Someone oughta someone oughta Someone oughta someone oughta You can love me baby but you can't walk out Someone oughta tell you Oughta tell you what it's really all about |
Who Wrote The Ledge By Fleetwood Mac?
Lindsey Buckingham
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