Wendy Moten Til I Get It Right
I'll just keep on, falling in love, till I get it right
Right now I'm like, a wounded bird, hungry for the sky
But if I try my wings, and try long enough
I'm bound to learn to fly
So I'll keep on, falling in love, till I get it right
My door to love, has opened out, more times than in
I'm either fool, or wise enough, to open it again
For I'll never know what's beyond that mountain
'Till I reach the other side
I'll just keep on, falling in love, till I get it right
If practice makes perfect
Then I'm near bout as perfect, as I'll ever be in my life
So I'll keep on, falling in love, till I get it right
If practice makes perfect
Then I'm near bout as perfect, as I'll ever be in my life
So I'll keep on, falling in love, till I get it right
So I'll keep on, falling in love, till I get it right