歌曲 | It's Not Like Him |
歌手 | Carly Simon |
专辑 | Have You Seen Me Lately |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman | |
When Tom came home his hair was combed | |
He bought snakeskin boots in Rome | |
That's not like him | |
His socks are clean, his shirt is pressed | |
It isn't just the way he's dressed | |
He smiles out of context and acts so polite | |
He's staying at his cousin's overnight | |
The protein shakes, that's not like him | |
The carrot cakes, that's not like him | |
The oatbran flakes, that's not like him | |
And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night | |
Oh, that's not like him | |
He whispers on the telephone | |
He goes out smelling of cologne | |
That's not like him | |
It's just a superficial thing | |
But he's misplaced his wedding ring | |
He's become quite a connoisseur of wine | |
He's quoting Yeats and Gertrude Stein | |
The Soho pub, that's not like him | |
The racquet club, that's not like him | |
Those books on love, that's not like him | |
And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night | |
Oh, that's not like him | |
I caught a glimpse of Tom today | |
At a checkout counter, about to pay | |
He had a girl on his arm | |
I'm glad he's helping out the poor | |
It's not like the Tom I knew before | |
Something so touching it made me cry | |
But my heart was racing, I don't know why | |
Those new blue suede shoes, that's not like him | |
The Ray Ban shades, that's not like him | |
Those downtown ways, that's not like him | |
And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night | |
Oh, that's not like him | |
The red suspenders, that's not like him | |
The berries in the blender, that's not like him | |
Those twelve step groups, that's not like him | |
And Guadeloupe, that's not like him | |
Those books on Zen, that's not like him | |
The Karate classes, that's not like him | |
The fishing gear, that's not like him | |
Not like him, That's not like him |
Written: Carly Simon Jacob Brackman | |
When Tom came home his hair was combed | |
He bought snakeskin boots in Rome | |
That' s not like him | |
His socks are clean, his shirt is pressed | |
It isn' t just the way he' s dressed | |
He smiles out of context and acts so polite | |
He' s staying at his cousin' s overnight | |
The protein shakes, that' s not like him | |
The carrot cakes, that' s not like him | |
The oatbran flakes, that' s not like him | |
And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night | |
Oh, that' s not like him | |
He whispers on the telephone | |
He goes out smelling of cologne | |
That' s not like him | |
It' s just a superficial thing | |
But he' s misplaced his wedding ring | |
He' s become quite a connoisseur of wine | |
He' s quoting Yeats and Gertrude Stein | |
The Soho pub, that' s not like him | |
The racquet club, that' s not like him | |
Those books on love, that' s not like him | |
And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night | |
Oh, that' s not like him | |
I caught a glimpse of Tom today | |
At a checkout counter, about to pay | |
He had a girl on his arm | |
I' m glad he' s helping out the poor | |
It' s not like the Tom I knew before | |
Something so touching it made me cry | |
But my heart was racing, I don' t know why | |
Those new blue suede shoes, that' s not like him | |
The Ray Ban shades, that' s not like him | |
Those downtown ways, that' s not like him | |
And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night | |
Oh, that' s not like him | |
The red suspenders, that' s not like him | |
The berries in the blender, that' s not like him | |
Those twelve step groups, that' s not like him | |
And Guadeloupe, that' s not like him | |
Those books on Zen, that' s not like him | |
The Karate classes, that' s not like him | |
The fishing gear, that' s not like him | |
Not like him, That' s not like him |
Written: Carly Simon Jacob Brackman | |
When Tom came home his hair was combed | |
He bought snakeskin boots in Rome | |
That' s not like him | |
His socks are clean, his shirt is pressed | |
It isn' t just the way he' s dressed | |
He smiles out of context and acts so polite | |
He' s staying at his cousin' s overnight | |
The protein shakes, that' s not like him | |
The carrot cakes, that' s not like him | |
The oatbran flakes, that' s not like him | |
And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night | |
Oh, that' s not like him | |
He whispers on the telephone | |
He goes out smelling of cologne | |
That' s not like him | |
It' s just a superficial thing | |
But he' s misplaced his wedding ring | |
He' s become quite a connoisseur of wine | |
He' s quoting Yeats and Gertrude Stein | |
The Soho pub, that' s not like him | |
The racquet club, that' s not like him | |
Those books on love, that' s not like him | |
And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night | |
Oh, that' s not like him | |
I caught a glimpse of Tom today | |
At a checkout counter, about to pay | |
He had a girl on his arm | |
I' m glad he' s helping out the poor | |
It' s not like the Tom I knew before | |
Something so touching it made me cry | |
But my heart was racing, I don' t know why | |
Those new blue suede shoes, that' s not like him | |
The Ray Ban shades, that' s not like him | |
Those downtown ways, that' s not like him | |
And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night | |
Oh, that' s not like him | |
The red suspenders, that' s not like him | |
The berries in the blender, that' s not like him | |
Those twelve step groups, that' s not like him | |
And Guadeloupe, that' s not like him | |
Those books on Zen, that' s not like him | |
The Karate classes, that' s not like him | |
The fishing gear, that' s not like him | |
Not like him, That' s not like him |