| Song | Got to Give you Up |
| Artist | Tanita Tikaram |
| Album | Sentimental |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Tikaram | |
| I've got to give you up, oh | |
| I've got to swear you off | |
| I'm missing my people | |
| I'm hanging the sign | |
| With too much forgiveness, baby | |
| But I hear your voice | |
| And it sweetens mine | |
| I've got to cool my head | |
| You should have heard the sound | |
| There so many rumours | |
| They're chasing my tail | |
| I'm almost forgotten myself | |
| But I walked till noon | |
| Just to find your trail | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I, believe I, I could use you | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I'd love the company | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I, believe I, I could use you | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I'd learn to love you | |
| I've got to give you up, oh | |
| You watch me walking off | |
| Just like the film noir movies | |
| I'm the girl that sinned | |
| My hide is up for the sky | |
| I just wait till dawn till the storm bell rings | |
| Ring, ring, ring | |
| Oh, Lord | |
| She laid me low |
| zuo qu : Tikaram | |
| I' ve got to give you up, oh | |
| I' ve got to swear you off | |
| I' m missing my people | |
| I' m hanging the sign | |
| With too much forgiveness, baby | |
| But I hear your voice | |
| And it sweetens mine | |
| I' ve got to cool my head | |
| You should have heard the sound | |
| There so many rumours | |
| They' re chasing my tail | |
| I' m almost forgotten myself | |
| But I walked till noon | |
| Just to find your trail | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I, believe I, I could use you | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I' d love the company | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I, believe I, I could use you | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I' d learn to love you | |
| I' ve got to give you up, oh | |
| You watch me walking off | |
| Just like the film noir movies | |
| I' m the girl that sinned | |
| My hide is up for the sky | |
| I just wait till dawn till the storm bell rings | |
| Ring, ring, ring | |
| Oh, Lord | |
| She laid me low |
| zuò qǔ : Tikaram | |
| I' ve got to give you up, oh | |
| I' ve got to swear you off | |
| I' m missing my people | |
| I' m hanging the sign | |
| With too much forgiveness, baby | |
| But I hear your voice | |
| And it sweetens mine | |
| I' ve got to cool my head | |
| You should have heard the sound | |
| There so many rumours | |
| They' re chasing my tail | |
| I' m almost forgotten myself | |
| But I walked till noon | |
| Just to find your trail | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I, believe I, I could use you | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I' d love the company | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I, believe I, I could use you | |
| Time on my own | |
| Believe I' d learn to love you | |
| I' ve got to give you up, oh | |
| You watch me walking off | |
| Just like the film noir movies | |
| I' m the girl that sinned | |
| My hide is up for the sky | |
| I just wait till dawn till the storm bell rings | |
| Ring, ring, ring | |
| Oh, Lord | |
| She laid me low |