paroles de chanson The Confession - Becca Stevens & Billy Childs

Super summer, sugar coppin' in the mornin' - do your shoppin', baby;
Whoa, I love my lovething, super ride inside my lovething...
You may disappear, but you'll be back, I swear...
Would you love to love me, baby? I would love to love you, baby, now...
Would you love to love me, baby? I would love to love you, baby, now, baby, now...
Mama, it's my pain!
Super summer sugar coppin' in the mornin' - do your shoppin', baby;
Whoa, I love my lovething, super ride inside my lovething...
You may leave the fair, but you'll be back, I swear...
Would you love to love me, baby? I would love to love you, baby, now...
Would you love to love me, baby? I would love to love you, baby, now, baby, now...
I keep hearin' Mother cryin', I keep hearin' Daddy through his grave:
"Little girl, of all the daughters, you were born a woman, not a slave..."
Oh, I hate my winsome lover! Tell him I've had others at my breast...
But tell him he has held my heart,
And only now am I a virgin, I confess...
I confess!
Love my lovething - Love is surely gospel...
Love my lovething - Love is surely gospel...
Love my lovething - Love is surely gospel...
Love my lovething - Love is surely gospel...
Love my lovething - Love is surely gospel...
Love my lovething!