Alba s touto skladbou:
Mountains,
(Jim Collins/Wendell Mobley)
You got your feet squeezed into heels that hurt
'Cause they go with the job and they go with the skirt
And you got to look good when you're out there climbin' ladders
You go above and beyond and then way beyond that
You do it all yeah, you wear every hat
Hopin' someone that matters will realize you matter
But all that really matters is it's Friday
And the sun is shining over my way.
Toss your heels in the backseat
Drive home in your bare feet
Throw in that Van Morrison CD
Chip away little by little 'til you find your groove
I'll pick up some take-out
We can just hang out
Levi's and wine, blankets and lights down
Lay your head right here on my shoulder and just be you
When you're with me
You got nothing to prove.
I can listen all night if you want to talk
Or we can lay here and say nothing at all
I already know who you are and that I love you
So baby take a long deep breath and exhale
'Cause all you got to be tonight is yourself.
Toss your heels in the backseat
Drive home in your bare feet
Throw in that Van Morrison CD
Chip away little by little 'til you find your groove
I'll pick up some take-out
We can just hang out
Levi's and wine, blankets and lights down
Lay your head right here on my shoulder and just be you
When you're with me
Girl you got nothing to prove
You got nothing to prove.
I'll pick up some take-out
We can just hang out
Levi's and wine, blankets and lights down
Lay your head right here on my shoulder and just be you
When you're with me
You got nothing to prove
When we're together
You got nothing to prove.
Oh, you got nothing to prove
You got nothing to prove
You got nothing to prove...
