歌曲 | Adam At The Window |
歌手 | Mary Black |
专辑 | Looking Back |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : MacCarthy | |
Adam's at the window | |
Staring at teh apple trees on fire | |
Waiting for the windfall | |
That brings the smile of kings and their desire | |
Door blows in behind him | |
A floral pattern summer dress so gay | |
Burning in the sunlight | |
Too late to wait | |
For darkenss won't delay | |
To steal her cherry lips away | |
For while the coareless tongues of sunlight | |
Slowly trickle down | |
The curve of hips her fingertips | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
Chorus: | |
And adam will have his way | |
Adam will have his way | |
Adam's on the island | |
Living in the land of love | |
Shadows lurk around him | |
Drunk on the royal jelly of pure love | |
Full and ripe the fruit hang | |
For when the prince arrives he will want more | |
And more and more he will drink from the canvas cup | |
The son of a swan will then loose his plumera | |
And he will wear a new age suit | |
And haunt the joints in town | |
And play a silver magic flute | |
And call his lovers down | |
And call his lovers down | |
Chorus: | |
And adam will have his way | |
Adam will have his way | |
Adam will have his way | |
Adam's at the easel | |
Painting in the wrinkles and the grey | |
Waiting for november | |
Easy with the darkness of the day | |
Smiles a tear of gladness | |
And adams at the window once again | |
Burning in the sunlight | |
Too late to wait | |
For darkness won't delay | |
To steal her cherry lips away | |
For while the careless tongues of sunlight | |
Slowly trickle down | |
The curve of hips, her fingertips | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
Chorus... | |
Repeat chorus... |
zuo ci : MacCarthy | |
Adam' s at the window | |
Staring at teh apple trees on fire | |
Waiting for the windfall | |
That brings the smile of kings and their desire | |
Door blows in behind him | |
A floral pattern summer dress so gay | |
Burning in the sunlight | |
Too late to wait | |
For darkenss won' t delay | |
To steal her cherry lips away | |
For while the coareless tongues of sunlight | |
Slowly trickle down | |
The curve of hips her fingertips | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
Chorus: | |
And adam will have his way | |
Adam will have his way | |
Adam' s on the island | |
Living in the land of love | |
Shadows lurk around him | |
Drunk on the royal jelly of pure love | |
Full and ripe the fruit hang | |
For when the prince arrives he will want more | |
And more and more he will drink from the canvas cup | |
The son of a swan will then loose his plumera | |
And he will wear a new age suit | |
And haunt the joints in town | |
And play a silver magic flute | |
And call his lovers down | |
And call his lovers down | |
Chorus: | |
And adam will have his way | |
Adam will have his way | |
Adam will have his way | |
Adam' s at the easel | |
Painting in the wrinkles and the grey | |
Waiting for november | |
Easy with the darkness of the day | |
Smiles a tear of gladness | |
And adams at the window once again | |
Burning in the sunlight | |
Too late to wait | |
For darkness won' t delay | |
To steal her cherry lips away | |
For while the careless tongues of sunlight | |
Slowly trickle down | |
The curve of hips, her fingertips | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
Chorus... | |
Repeat chorus... |
zuò cí : MacCarthy | |
Adam' s at the window | |
Staring at teh apple trees on fire | |
Waiting for the windfall | |
That brings the smile of kings and their desire | |
Door blows in behind him | |
A floral pattern summer dress so gay | |
Burning in the sunlight | |
Too late to wait | |
For darkenss won' t delay | |
To steal her cherry lips away | |
For while the coareless tongues of sunlight | |
Slowly trickle down | |
The curve of hips her fingertips | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
Chorus: | |
And adam will have his way | |
Adam will have his way | |
Adam' s on the island | |
Living in the land of love | |
Shadows lurk around him | |
Drunk on the royal jelly of pure love | |
Full and ripe the fruit hang | |
For when the prince arrives he will want more | |
And more and more he will drink from the canvas cup | |
The son of a swan will then loose his plumera | |
And he will wear a new age suit | |
And haunt the joints in town | |
And play a silver magic flute | |
And call his lovers down | |
And call his lovers down | |
Chorus: | |
And adam will have his way | |
Adam will have his way | |
Adam will have his way | |
Adam' s at the easel | |
Painting in the wrinkles and the grey | |
Waiting for november | |
Easy with the darkness of the day | |
Smiles a tear of gladness | |
And adams at the window once again | |
Burning in the sunlight | |
Too late to wait | |
For darkness won' t delay | |
To steal her cherry lips away | |
For while the careless tongues of sunlight | |
Slowly trickle down | |
The curve of hips, her fingertips | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
In kissing sips we drown | |
Chorus... | |
Repeat chorus... |