| Song | The One In The Middle |
| Artist | Robert Cray |
| Album | 20th Century Masters: The Best Of Robert Cray |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Pugh | |
| Sometimes at night | |
| When I close my eyes | |
| I see three women | |
| All standing in a line | |
| The one on the left | |
| She took my heart | |
| The one on the right | |
| Said she wanted to be free | |
| But the one in the middle | |
| I still love her | |
| And I wonder | |
| Does she ever think of me? | |
| In my mind | |
| I've been to a thousand places | |
| When I walk down the street | |
| I stare into a thousand faces | |
| The flame of love | |
| Once shined so brightly | |
| Now it's just | |
| A slow-burning memory | |
| But the one in the middle | |
| I still love her | |
| Oh, and I wonder | |
| Does she ever think of me? | |
| Maybe, she wouldn't even care | |
| No, that's ok | |
| It's all in a dream | |
| It's all in a dream, anyway | |
| But the one in the middle | |
| Oh, I still love her | |
| And I wonder, does she ever think of me? | |
| SOLO | |
| Ohhhhh, I still love her | |
| And I wonder, does she ever think of me? |
| zuo ci : Pugh | |
| Sometimes at night | |
| When I close my eyes | |
| I see three women | |
| All standing in a line | |
| The one on the left | |
| She took my heart | |
| The one on the right | |
| Said she wanted to be free | |
| But the one in the middle | |
| I still love her | |
| And I wonder | |
| Does she ever think of me? | |
| In my mind | |
| I' ve been to a thousand places | |
| When I walk down the street | |
| I stare into a thousand faces | |
| The flame of love | |
| Once shined so brightly | |
| Now it' s just | |
| A slowburning memory | |
| But the one in the middle | |
| I still love her | |
| Oh, and I wonder | |
| Does she ever think of me? | |
| Maybe, she wouldn' t even care | |
| No, that' s ok | |
| It' s all in a dream | |
| It' s all in a dream, anyway | |
| But the one in the middle | |
| Oh, I still love her | |
| And I wonder, does she ever think of me? | |
| SOLO | |
| Ohhhhh, I still love her | |
| And I wonder, does she ever think of me? |
| zuò cí : Pugh | |
| Sometimes at night | |
| When I close my eyes | |
| I see three women | |
| All standing in a line | |
| The one on the left | |
| She took my heart | |
| The one on the right | |
| Said she wanted to be free | |
| But the one in the middle | |
| I still love her | |
| And I wonder | |
| Does she ever think of me? | |
| In my mind | |
| I' ve been to a thousand places | |
| When I walk down the street | |
| I stare into a thousand faces | |
| The flame of love | |
| Once shined so brightly | |
| Now it' s just | |
| A slowburning memory | |
| But the one in the middle | |
| I still love her | |
| Oh, and I wonder | |
| Does she ever think of me? | |
| Maybe, she wouldn' t even care | |
| No, that' s ok | |
| It' s all in a dream | |
| It' s all in a dream, anyway | |
| But the one in the middle | |
| Oh, I still love her | |
| And I wonder, does she ever think of me? | |
| SOLO | |
| Ohhhhh, I still love her | |
| And I wonder, does she ever think of me? |