The Derailers - Long On Love Lyrics
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Long On Love
Long On Love Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Long On Love By The Derailers?
The alarm clock's buzzin', and I'm thinkin' wasn't it
Just a minute ago Since you and me lover Climbed under the covers, now it's already time to go 'Cause we're under the gun, there's things to be done Places we gotta be. I'm wishin' instead, I could stay in bed With you cuddled close to me We're long on love, but short on time We may get another penny ahead, but our hearts fall further behind Wish I had a few more hours in the day Or I could make this clock unwind 'Cause we're long on love, but short on time The coffee's perkin', and soon we'll be workin' Watchin' that clock on the wall, trying to hurry every minute For the work day to finish, and the five o'clock hammer to fall About a quarter after five, we'll be pullin' in the drive And pullin' down a curtain or two, and turnin' off the phone 'Cause some overtime at home has been way overdue We're long on love, but short on time We may get another penny ahead, but our hearts fall further behind Wish I had a few more hours in the day Or I could make this clock unwind 'Cause we're long on love, but short on time 'Cause we're long on love, but short on time 'Cause we're long on love, but short on time |
Who Wrote Long On Love By The Derailers?
Lee, Villaneuva
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What's The Duration Of The Long On Love By The Derailers?The duration of Long On Love is 3:11 minutes and seconds. |
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