Rodney Atkins - Sing Along Lyrics
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Sing Along
Sing Along Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Sing Along By Rodney Atkins?
Yeah
If you could read my mind, you might slap my face. If you could see inside my heart, you'd see it's in the right place. See, it's like bunnies in a Bramble, or honey bees in a hive. Whenever I'm beside you, that's my paradise. Might be a twisted way of sayin', I ain't proud, an' no offense, But I been thinkin' 'bout you, baby, in the future tense. We'll take it slower than a broke-knee'd turtle. Yeah, we'll get tighter than your grandma's girdle. Oh, I want you, I need you, an' I'll never do you wrong. If you're feelin' what I'm singin', baby: sing along. Ain't no moonshine maker, ain't no man of the cloth. Ain't no kangaroo lawyer, but I will get you off. 'Cause anything worth doin's worth doin' again, An' again, an' again, an' when, We're dancin' slower than a broke-knee'd turtle. Gettin' tighter than your grandma's girdle. Oh, I want you, I need you, an' I'll never do you wrong. If you're feelin' what I'm singin', baby: yeah, sing along. Yeah. I want you, I need you, an' I'll never do you wrong. If you're diggin' what I'm singin', baby: just jump on in an' sing along. Slower than a broke-knee'd turtle. Tighter than your grandma's girdle. Don't say a word: Sing like a bird. Don't say a word: Yeah, sing like a bird. Slower than a broke-knee'd. Tighter than your grandma's. Yeah. |
Who Wrote Sing Along By Rodney Atkins?
Bruce Gaitsch, Owen T. Hewitt, Rodney A. Atkins
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What's The Duration Of The Sing Along By Rodney Atkins?The duration of Sing Along is 3:00 minutes and seconds. |
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