The Long Winters - Rich Wife Lyrics
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Rich Wife
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What Are The Lyrics For Rich Wife By The Long Winters?
I don't know why I bring you around
When you you star tout so dry And then decide to be quiet Like an angry shout When you consider yourself And you do consider yourself Well give me something that you like If there's something you're so proud about You're in love with someone You're gonna love 'til it's done You're in love with someone you don't like You should have been a rich wife Now tell me is your high horse Getting a little hard to ride? And your little bit on the side Getting harder to find? When you get restless at night But it's too late to start And there's nothing left to eat in this house but your heart You should have been a rich wife I don't know why I bring you around Just to dis the art and look the part But there's a bit you're leaving out And you keep it all to yourself But it's not the wine that brings a crowd And the crowd is not much help But you see the clouds and put your signal out And then count the notches on your belt You're in love with someone You're gonna love 'til it's done You're in love with someone you don't like You should have been a rich wife It was the good life |
Who Wrote Rich Wife By The Long Winters?
John Roderick
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What's The Duration Of The Rich Wife By The Long Winters?The duration of Rich Wife is 3:56 minutes and seconds. |
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