곡 명
:
The 'I Love You' Song
가수명
:
Miss Claudia & Pornorama
앨범명
:
Airport
난이도
:
STEP06
BPM
:
79
페이지
:
2 p
발 매
:
2005-06
가 격
:
2,500P
가사
I love you
I love you
I love you
My love
I love you
I love you
I love you
My love
I wish there was another way
To say the thing I want to say
And not to have to say
I love you
Another way to make a start
To tell you what is in my heart
And how my every thoughts is of you
To find a phrase that says as well
The secret that I long to tell
I`ve scanned the dictionary`s pages
But back to I love you I`ll go
Eight little letters in a row
That men have spoken through the ages
I love you
I love you
I love you
My love
We say it in the songs we sing
We`re read it in the things of spring
Or as the PS of a letter
A little cliche, quickly said
Familiar as our daily bread
Yet nothing seems to say it better
I might have said a hundred things
My phrases might have taken wings
Free the world or
region hold and clever
But every time I seem to stall
Or three small words to say it all
Three little words that spell forever
I`ll shout it from the highest roof
I`ll carve it in the trunks of trees
I`ll tell the whispering
breeze about you
I cannot hide it anymore
I cannot say it any less
I might as well confess
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
My love
I love you
I love you
I love you
My love
I love you
I love you
I love you
My love
love you
My love
I love you
I love you
My love
I love you
I love you
I love you
My love
I wish there was another way
To say the thing I want to say
And not to have to say
I love you
Another way to make a start
To tell you what is in my heart
And how my every thoughts is of you
To find a phrase that says as well
The secret that I long to tell
I`ve scanned the dictionary`s pages
But back to I love you I`ll go
Eight little letters in a row
That men have spoken through the ages
I love you
I love you
I love you
My love
We say it in the songs we sing
We`re read it in the things of spring
Or as the PS of a letter
A little cliche, quickly said
Familiar as our daily bread
Yet nothing seems to say it better
I might have said a hundred things
My phrases might have taken wings
Free the world or
region hold and clever
But every time I seem to stall
Or three small words to say it all
Three little words that spell forever
I`ll shout it from the highest roof
I`ll carve it in the trunks of trees
I`ll tell the whispering
breeze about you
I cannot hide it anymore
I cannot say it any less
I might as well confess
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
My love
I love you
I love you
I love you
My love
I love you
I love you
I love you
My love
love you
My love