Letra de
Pulp Fiction

r Name: Andrew Rogers
r Wg. : Re: REQ: Son of a Preacher Man, Crds, Riffs
r Yes he was, was, yes he was
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r Oh yes he was
How will I remember
r Takin' time to make time
r Tellin' me that he's all mine
Was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man
r -- AWR again (anyone wanna polish up the lyrics and submit it?)
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I love you so much, can't count all the ways
I've died for you girl and all I can say is
He's not your kind.
You never get tired of putting me down
And I'll never know when I'll come around
But I'm going to fight - Don't let them make up your mind.
Don't you know
Girl, You'll be a woman soon.
Please, Come take my hand or
Soon, Youll need a man
I've been missing you all of my life
Then someone like him cuts like a knife
The boys no good
Well If I'm finally gone while looking poor
But they get a chance when off the shore
I'm sure they would - I've done all I could
Now it's up to
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