Lirieke: Alabama. You're My Explanation For Living.
Oh, we had a good night last night
Like every other night
We made love and everything was just right
(Just right)
Oh, lovin' you is as fresh as a dew in early morning
And you're my explanation for living
And you're my, my explanation for living, mm
Without your sweet, sweet love, I'd be nothing
Oh, I'd be just like a baby without it's bottle
With a tear stained face
And I'd be empty as the week without days
Oh, and I'd be like a river without water that was running
And you're my explanation for living
Oh, you took me to the wine and the roses
Yes, you did, baby
You did some magic with your pocket full of posies
Oh, you give me everything
Oh, yes, you do
And somehow you keep right on giving
You're my explanation for living
And you're my, my explanation for living
Without your sweet, sweet love, I'd be nothing
Oh, I'd be just like a baby without it's bottle
With a tear stained face
And I'd be empty as the week without it's days
Oh, and I'd be like a river without water that was running
And you're my explanation for living
Oh, you give me everything
Oh, yes, you do
And somehow, baby, you keep right on giving
You're my, my explanation for living
Like every other night
We made love and everything was just right
(Just right)
Oh, lovin' you is as fresh as a dew in early morning
And you're my explanation for living
And you're my, my explanation for living, mm
Without your sweet, sweet love, I'd be nothing
Oh, I'd be just like a baby without it's bottle
With a tear stained face
And I'd be empty as the week without days
Oh, and I'd be like a river without water that was running
And you're my explanation for living
Oh, you took me to the wine and the roses
Yes, you did, baby
You did some magic with your pocket full of posies
Oh, you give me everything
Oh, yes, you do
And somehow you keep right on giving
You're my explanation for living
And you're my, my explanation for living
Without your sweet, sweet love, I'd be nothing
Oh, I'd be just like a baby without it's bottle
With a tear stained face
And I'd be empty as the week without it's days
Oh, and I'd be like a river without water that was running
And you're my explanation for living
Oh, you give me everything
Oh, yes, you do
And somehow, baby, you keep right on giving
You're my, my explanation for living
Alabama
Alabama
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