| Song | U Don'T Know How Much I Hate U |
| Artist | Rodney Crowell |
| Album | The Houston Kid |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Crowell, Lukather | |
| Night after night, day after day | |
| I pass by the house that once was my home | |
| I'm lookin' for something to knock out the lights till the sun comes up shining like new | |
| The chill in my bones just reminds me that life isn't fair and nobody cares | |
| About lost souls surviving on hard knocks and vice | |
| In a world just as nasty as your world is nice... baby blue | |
| You don't know how much | |
| I hate everything about you | |
| Your honey red lips and your eyes big and sparkling blue | |
| The curve of your hips and your black | |
| Irish hair sends a shiver that runs through me too | |
| You don't know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| I wish it was true | |
| You were kind to my mother you were good to my friends you were passionate, faithful and strong | |
| I must have been sleeping it feels like a dream and | |
| I can't say just where | |
| I went wrong | |
| Like a dog in the garbage with rocks in my head | |
| I'm strung out and crazy | |
| I can't find the thread runnin' through | |
| You don't know how much | |
| I hate everything about you | |
| Your voice like good bourbon so elegant, tasteful and smooth | |
| With a flick of a match | |
| I could burn down this house takin' every last memory of you | |
| You don't know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| You don't know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| You don't know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| I wish it was true |
| zuo ci : Crowell, Lukather | |
| Night after night, day after day | |
| I pass by the house that once was my home | |
| I' m lookin' for something to knock out the lights till the sun comes up shining like new | |
| The chill in my bones just reminds me that life isn' t fair and nobody cares | |
| About lost souls surviving on hard knocks and vice | |
| In a world just as nasty as your world is nice... baby blue | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate everything about you | |
| Your honey red lips and your eyes big and sparkling blue | |
| The curve of your hips and your black | |
| Irish hair sends a shiver that runs through me too | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| I wish it was true | |
| You were kind to my mother you were good to my friends you were passionate, faithful and strong | |
| I must have been sleeping it feels like a dream and | |
| I can' t say just where | |
| I went wrong | |
| Like a dog in the garbage with rocks in my head | |
| I' m strung out and crazy | |
| I can' t find the thread runnin' through | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate everything about you | |
| Your voice like good bourbon so elegant, tasteful and smooth | |
| With a flick of a match | |
| I could burn down this house takin' every last memory of you | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| I wish it was true |
| zuò cí : Crowell, Lukather | |
| Night after night, day after day | |
| I pass by the house that once was my home | |
| I' m lookin' for something to knock out the lights till the sun comes up shining like new | |
| The chill in my bones just reminds me that life isn' t fair and nobody cares | |
| About lost souls surviving on hard knocks and vice | |
| In a world just as nasty as your world is nice... baby blue | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate everything about you | |
| Your honey red lips and your eyes big and sparkling blue | |
| The curve of your hips and your black | |
| Irish hair sends a shiver that runs through me too | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| I wish it was true | |
| You were kind to my mother you were good to my friends you were passionate, faithful and strong | |
| I must have been sleeping it feels like a dream and | |
| I can' t say just where | |
| I went wrong | |
| Like a dog in the garbage with rocks in my head | |
| I' m strung out and crazy | |
| I can' t find the thread runnin' through | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate everything about you | |
| Your voice like good bourbon so elegant, tasteful and smooth | |
| With a flick of a match | |
| I could burn down this house takin' every last memory of you | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| You don' t know how much | |
| I hate you... | |
| I wish it was true |