Love Of The Game歌词

作词 : Tim Myers
作曲 : James Weaver
Love Of The Game - Welshly Arms
Lyricist：Tim Myers
Composer：James Weaver
Producer：Sam Getz/James Weaver
How many walls must I walk through?
How many times I gotta tell you?
‘Cause I needed you and I wanted you, so I'm gonna do
Everything I can
Sometimes you got to take what you might lose
I'd hate to be the one to give you bad news
But I needed to be up front with you, so I gotta do
(Whoa, whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
I've never been closer than I am right now
‘Cause I'm telling you
I ain't in it for the payday
I ain't in it for the champagne
I'm just in it for the love, the love, the love, the love of the game
How many shots must a man take?
Before he can make his own way
But you need to know that I gotta go, and I'm out the door
You got to understand
I'm done playing games in the backyard
I left home and I learned how to live hard
Take a look at me, ‘cause I'm gonna be what I'm gonna be
You got to understand
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh!)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh,) I'm comin' for you!
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh,)
Ohh, I'm comin' for you
Oh, I'm comin' for you