Biografia:
Laura and Lydia Rogers are real-life sisters from Muscle Shoals, Alabama.[2] With a love for music coming from both sides of their family (their grandfather and his brothers forged a group called The Happy Valley Boys), they grew up with a zeal for country music and sang songs with their family by country music artists such as Don Williams. The girls first learned to harmonize through singing a cappella at their hometown church.[3] Laura and Lydia never considered a singing career as a duo.
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Outras músicas:
- He's Fine
- Tomorrow Will Be Kinder
- All About You
- Bad Habit
- Black And Blue
- Dirty Lie
- Do You Love An Apple
- Good Luck Good Night Goodbye
- Hes Fine
- House Of Gold
- I Cannot Find A Way
- If I Dont
- Iuka
- Ive Got A Feelin
- Let There Be Lonely
- Little Again
- Lonely Island
- Mississippi
- My Heart Skips A Beat
- Next Sunday
- Put Your Needle Down
- Rattle My Bones
- River Jordan
- Something Stupid
- Tennessee Me
- Tennessee River Runs Low
- The One I Love Is Gone
- The Pocket Knife
- The Secret Sisters
- Til Its Over
- To All Of The Girls Who Cry
- Waste The Day
- Why Baby Why
- Why Dont You Love Me
- Youve Got It Wrong
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The Secret Sisters - Something Stupid
[Intro]
E B7 E
[Verse 1]
I know I stand in line
F#m B
Until you think you have the time
F#m B
To spend an evening with me
F#m B
And if we go someplace to dance
F#m B
I know that there's a chance
E
You won't be leaving with me
[Verse 2]
E7
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
A C
And have a drink or two
F#m B
And then I go and spoil it all
F#m B
By saying something stupid
E
Like I love you
[Verse 3]
E7
I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lines
A
You heard the night before
F# F#7
And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true
B B7
And never seemed so right before
[Verse 4]
E
I practice everyday
To find some clever lines to say
F#m B F#m B
To make the meaning come true
F#m B
But then I think I'll wait
F#m B
Until the evening gets late
E
And I'm alone with you
[Verse 5]
E7
The time is right your perfume fills my head
The stars get red and
A C
Oh, the night's so blue
F#m B
And then I go and spoil it all
F#m B
By saying something stupid
E
Like I love you
[Verse 6]
E7
The time is right your perfume fills my head
The stars get red and
A C
Oh, the night's so blue
F#m B
And then I go and spoil it all
F#m B
By saying something stupid
E C
Like I love you
[Outro] (fade to end)
E C
I love you
E C
I love you
E C
I love you
E C
I love you
[Intro]
E B7 E
[Verse 1]
I know I stand in line
F#m B
Until you think you have the time
F#m B
To spend an evening with me
F#m B
And if we go someplace to dance
F#m B
I know that there's a chance
E
You won't be leaving with me
[Verse 2]
E7
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
A C
And have a drink or two
F#m B
And then I go and spoil it all
F#m B
By saying something stupid
E
Like I love you
[Verse 3]
E7
I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lines
A
You heard the night before
F# F#7
And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true
B B7
And never seemed so right before
[Verse 4]
E
I practice everyday
To find some clever lines to say
F#m B F#m B
To make the meaning come true
F#m B
But then I think I'll wait
F#m B
Until the evening gets late
E
And I'm alone with you
[Verse 5]
E7
The time is right your perfume fills my head
The stars get red and
A C
Oh, the night's so blue
F#m B
And then I go and spoil it all
F#m B
By saying something stupid
E
Like I love you
[Verse 6]
E7
The time is right your perfume fills my head
The stars get red and
A C
Oh, the night's so blue
F#m B
And then I go and spoil it all
F#m B
By saying something stupid
E C
Like I love you
[Outro] (fade to end)
E C
I love you
E C
I love you
E C
I love you
E C
I love you
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