Lissie - Stranger Lyrics
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Stranger
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What Are The Lyrics For Stranger By Lissie?
I thought you said that you were single
So what's that thing hanging 'round your finger? You caught me all alone When a knock came at the door That brought me to my feet And dropped you to the floor Oh, wait a minute now, stranger I'm not sure I like your angle No, I gotta go Oh, whoa When shove comes to push And push comes to shove You're not the kind of man That I want to give my love I covered up my bruises And gave away my sins So what makes you think that I would let you in? No, wait a minute now, stranger I'm not sure I like your angle No, I gotta go Oh, no I gotta go A mild manner is a matter of taste I warned you that you were only wasting your time I asked nicely, please, get out of my face Excuse me, I'm not yours: I am mine I am mine, I am mine, I am mine I am mine, I am mine, I am mine Oh, wait a minute now, stranger I'm not sure I like your angle No, I gotta go So save yourself the trouble When this thing blows, you'll just be rubble, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, whoa, oh Wait a minute now, stranger I'm not sure I like your angle No, I gotta go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Who Wrote Stranger By Lissie?
Kurt Steven Dyer, Harry Harrison, Daniel Nicholas Kennedy, Richard William Pickard, Darren Anthony Pickering, Gwyn Llewellyn Reynolds, Scott Peter Taitoko, Sacha Jane Van Beek
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What's The Duration Of The Stranger By Lissie?The duration of Stranger is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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