| Song | Don't Preach |
| Artist | Drake Bell |
| Album | Telegraph |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Abraham, Bell, Corcoran | |
| You say that I suck and im lousy | |
| you say I cant write my ket | |
| you always told me how to be | |
| now im sick of it up | |
| Sorry doen't make it ok | |
| when im the one who paid your way | |
| dont preach | |
| Your drillin a hole in my ceiling | |
| Too bad it won't rain | |
| You're slippin' without any feeling | |
| So don't you complain | |
| Sorry doesn't make it okay | |
| When I'm the one that paid your way | |
| Sorry doesn't make it okay | |
| When I'm the one that paid your way | |
| Don't preach | |
| I can't believe what you said | |
| How you live, how you love, | |
| How you laugh | |
| You took my money away | |
| Made me sleep on the floor that I've had | |
| But I don't care anyway | |
| Cause I laugh when you cry | |
| Do you think you would die if I said | |
| Don't preach | |
| Sorry dosn't make it ok | |
| When im the one who paid your way | |
| Sorry doesn't make it ok | |
| When im the one who paid your way | |
| The house, the board, | |
| the cause in my front door | |
| hows it feel | |
| when none of its paid for | |
| already paid for | |
| everybodys paid for |
| zuo qu : Abraham, Bell, Corcoran | |
| You say that I suck and im lousy | |
| you say I cant write my ket | |
| you always told me how to be | |
| now im sick of it up | |
| Sorry doen' t make it ok | |
| when im the one who paid your way | |
| dont preach | |
| Your drillin a hole in my ceiling | |
| Too bad it won' t rain | |
| You' re slippin' without any feeling | |
| So don' t you complain | |
| Sorry doesn' t make it okay | |
| When I' m the one that paid your way | |
| Sorry doesn' t make it okay | |
| When I' m the one that paid your way | |
| Don' t preach | |
| I can' t believe what you said | |
| How you live, how you love, | |
| How you laugh | |
| You took my money away | |
| Made me sleep on the floor that I' ve had | |
| But I don' t care anyway | |
| Cause I laugh when you cry | |
| Do you think you would die if I said | |
| Don' t preach | |
| Sorry dosn' t make it ok | |
| When im the one who paid your way | |
| Sorry doesn' t make it ok | |
| When im the one who paid your way | |
| The house, the board, | |
| the cause in my front door | |
| hows it feel | |
| when none of its paid for | |
| already paid for | |
| everybodys paid for |
| zuò qǔ : Abraham, Bell, Corcoran | |
| You say that I suck and im lousy | |
| you say I cant write my ket | |
| you always told me how to be | |
| now im sick of it up | |
| Sorry doen' t make it ok | |
| when im the one who paid your way | |
| dont preach | |
| Your drillin a hole in my ceiling | |
| Too bad it won' t rain | |
| You' re slippin' without any feeling | |
| So don' t you complain | |
| Sorry doesn' t make it okay | |
| When I' m the one that paid your way | |
| Sorry doesn' t make it okay | |
| When I' m the one that paid your way | |
| Don' t preach | |
| I can' t believe what you said | |
| How you live, how you love, | |
| How you laugh | |
| You took my money away | |
| Made me sleep on the floor that I' ve had | |
| But I don' t care anyway | |
| Cause I laugh when you cry | |
| Do you think you would die if I said | |
| Don' t preach | |
| Sorry dosn' t make it ok | |
| When im the one who paid your way | |
| Sorry doesn' t make it ok | |
| When im the one who paid your way | |
| The house, the board, | |
| the cause in my front door | |
| hows it feel | |
| when none of its paid for | |
| already paid for | |
| everybodys paid for |