Nhạc sĩ: Christopher Cross | Lời: Christopher Cross, John Bettis
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I'm waking up in the same old way,
but I can't shake me out of the dream.
And every time that I close my eyes,
I see your face like a star on a TV screen.
They all keep asking where you've been after dark.
I say the kind of girl,
she kind of grooves on her heart.
And I know,
and I know,
and I know it doesn't come any better.
Better, better, better,
better, better.
That girl, she makes me sing.
She gives me this and only love can bring.
That girl,
that girl,
ooh yeah,
she makes me sing.
If you think I'm losing my cool, that's true.
But I bet you'd do the same if you felt the flame of her fire.
She likes to make you crazy with her love.
And I let her know it doesn't come any better.
That girl, she makes me sing.
She gives me this and only love can bring.
That girl, that girl, ooh yeah,
makes me sing.
I watch the guys.
I see their eyes.
I see their eyes.
She knows she's fine.
She knows she's fine.
I know she's mine.
I know she's mine.
I know she's mine.
I know she's mine.
I know she's mine.
That girl, she makes me sing.
She gives me this and only love can bring.
That girl, that girl, ooh yeah,
she makes me sing.
That girl, she makes me sing.
She gives me this and only love can bring.
That girl,
that girl,
ooh yeah,
she makes me sing.
That girl, she makes me sing.
She gives me this and only love can bring.
That girl, that girl, ooh yeah,
she makes me sing.
That girl,
doesn't come any better.
That girl,
she makes me sing.
That girl, doesn't come any better.
That girl, she makes me sing.
That girl,
doesn't come any better.
That girl,
she makes me sing.
That girl,
doesn't come any better.
That girl,
she makes me sing.
That girl,
doesn't come any better.