Wanna Be That Song Testo
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Testo Wanna Be That Song
The radio and a sundress
Making my world all a mess
Back corner of a cornfield
Bottle tops and a true spear
Pull the lever, lay the seat back laughin
You slippin off your shoes
While the dashboard speakers sing every word of that moon
I wanna be that song that gets you high
Makes you dance, makes you fall
That melody rewinds years
Once disappear, makes time stall
Wanna be those words that fill you up
Pull your windows down and keeps you young
Makes you believe you’re right where you belong
I wanna be that song
I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be that song
Ohh, I wanna be, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna stand with you in the third row
Window booth at a bar
Back pew on a Sunday poorin out your heart
When the bleachers are crowded
When you’re sittin all alone
When the rain is pourin and you need something to take you home
Let me be that song that gets you high
Makes you dance, makes you fall
That melody rewinds years
Once disappear, makes time stall Wanna be those words that fill you up
Pull your windows down and keeps you young
Makes you believe you’re right where you belong
I wanna be that song
I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be that song
Ohh, I wanna be, I wanna, I wanna
When you’re searching the horizon
When you’re eyes look back
When you’re standing in the moment
Every life has a soundtrack
Oh, I wanna be, I wanna be, oh, I wanna be
I wanna be that song that gets you high
Makes you dance, makes you fall
That melody rewinds years
Once disappear, makes time stall
Wanna be those words that fill you up
Pull your windows down and keeps you young
Makes you believe you’re right where you belong
I wanna be that song
When the highway’s calling
When the bottle’s dry
When the sky is falling and you’re asking yourself why
Oh, Oh, I wanna be, yeah, oh.
Making my world all a mess
Back corner of a cornfield
Bottle tops and a true spear
Pull the lever, lay the seat back laughin
You slippin off your shoes
While the dashboard speakers sing every word of that moon
I wanna be that song that gets you high
Makes you dance, makes you fall
Once disappear, makes time stall
Wanna be those words that fill you up
Pull your windows down and keeps you young
Makes you believe you’re right where you belong
I wanna be that song
I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be that song
Ohh, I wanna be, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna stand with you in the third row
Window booth at a bar
Back pew on a Sunday poorin out your heart
When the bleachers are crowded
When you’re sittin all alone
When the rain is pourin and you need something to take you home
Let me be that song that gets you high
Makes you dance, makes you fall
That melody rewinds years
Once disappear, makes time stall Wanna be those words that fill you up
Pull your windows down and keeps you young
Makes you believe you’re right where you belong
I wanna be that song
I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be that song
Ohh, I wanna be, I wanna, I wanna
When you’re searching the horizon
When you’re eyes look back
When you’re standing in the moment
Every life has a soundtrack
Oh, I wanna be, I wanna be, oh, I wanna be
I wanna be that song that gets you high
Makes you dance, makes you fall
That melody rewinds years
Once disappear, makes time stall
Wanna be those words that fill you up
Pull your windows down and keeps you young
Makes you believe you’re right where you belong
I wanna be that song
When the highway’s calling
When the bottle’s dry
When the sky is falling and you’re asking yourself why
Oh, Oh, I wanna be, yeah, oh.
BRETT ELDREDGE, ROSS COPPERMAN, TRAVIS HILL
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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