Sad Theresa. On your front porch swing. The lights are twinkling bright. Nobody's home. Umm, sweet country thing. With your dress hiked up to your knees. Waiting on a call. Faith, hope and
spinning round a saint. Like colored wild sign. Theresa talkin' in the rain Like girl be growin' thru town. Windows are thoughts in the stain. I know I'd love her to stay. Whispering signs are agreeing
Bài Hát Better Now. Ca Sĩ Theresa Rex. You prolly think that you are better now. You only say that. 'Cause I'm not around. You know I never meant to let you down. Woulda gave you anything. Woulda
