歌曲 | Never Tell A Woman Yes |
歌手 | The Monkees |
专辑 | The Monkees Present: Micky, David & Michael |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Nesmith | |
Oh my, my, my- | |
In a dusty caravan | |
Was a girl with a golden tan | |
And she asked me if I was headed to the east | |
I politely stepped a side and said I did not need a ride | |
That I'd rather take my chances with the heat | |
Well, when she turned and walked away | |
I saw my big mistake | |
There were jewels on her body oh-so-rare | |
Had it been another day I just might have rode away | |
With that woman riding off to God-knows-where | |
So the years they came and went | |
And found me living in a tent | |
Far above a little marble stream | |
And it may have been the light that shone out through the night | |
That attracted the hand scratching on my screen | |
When I cautiously looked out through the night | |
There was no doubt | |
That the owner of that hand was that girl | |
So I bid her do come in | |
And I'll open up a tin | |
If you'll tell me 'bout your trip around the world | |
Well, she said,"If you think back | |
To the first time that we passed | |
I'm sure you'll picture me in all my jewles | |
It was shortly after then that I ran into another man | |
And I asked him the same question I asked you | |
But now he he didn't refuse | |
And he took off of both his shoes | |
And climbed abord mu east-bound caravan | |
In the twinkling of the night | |
He knocked me off the side | |
And left me there for dead upon the sand | |
And I thought I was done | |
Lying naked in the sun | |
When much to my surprise, who should pass? | |
But this old friend of yours | |
He said he knew you from the wars | |
And I told him that I thought you'd headed west | |
Well, he said he should have known | |
'Cause you like to be alone | |
And that's the time I knew you were my one | |
So I asked him for a ride | |
Just to get here by your side | |
And stay here above this stream | |
Out of the sun" | |
Well, we sat quite for a while | |
And I began to smile | |
Well it's strange but I don't care | |
And some nights when I'm at rest | |
I wonder if I'd said, "yes" | |
Would she have come to me from God knows where | |
Or would I have been the one to leave her lying in the sun | |
And then ended up with only precious stones | |
Or would the woman in my arms be giving me her charms | |
If the answer that I gave her wasn't "no" |
zuo ci : Nesmith | |
Oh my, my, my | |
In a dusty caravan | |
Was a girl with a golden tan | |
And she asked me if I was headed to the east | |
I politely stepped a side and said I did not need a ride | |
That I' d rather take my chances with the heat | |
Well, when she turned and walked away | |
I saw my big mistake | |
There were jewels on her body ohsorare | |
Had it been another day I just might have rode away | |
With that woman riding off to Godknowswhere | |
So the years they came and went | |
And found me living in a tent | |
Far above a little marble stream | |
And it may have been the light that shone out through the night | |
That attracted the hand scratching on my screen | |
When I cautiously looked out through the night | |
There was no doubt | |
That the owner of that hand was that girl | |
So I bid her do come in | |
And I' ll open up a tin | |
If you' ll tell me ' bout your trip around the world | |
Well, she said," If you think back | |
To the first time that we passed | |
I' m sure you' ll picture me in all my jewles | |
It was shortly after then that I ran into another man | |
And I asked him the same question I asked you | |
But now he he didn' t refuse | |
And he took off of both his shoes | |
And climbed abord mu eastbound caravan | |
In the twinkling of the night | |
He knocked me off the side | |
And left me there for dead upon the sand | |
And I thought I was done | |
Lying naked in the sun | |
When much to my surprise, who should pass? | |
But this old friend of yours | |
He said he knew you from the wars | |
And I told him that I thought you' d headed west | |
Well, he said he should have known | |
' Cause you like to be alone | |
And that' s the time I knew you were my one | |
So I asked him for a ride | |
Just to get here by your side | |
And stay here above this stream | |
Out of the sun" | |
Well, we sat quite for a while | |
And I began to smile | |
Well it' s strange but I don' t care | |
And some nights when I' m at rest | |
I wonder if I' d said, " yes" | |
Would she have come to me from God knows where | |
Or would I have been the one to leave her lying in the sun | |
And then ended up with only precious stones | |
Or would the woman in my arms be giving me her charms | |
If the answer that I gave her wasn' t " no" |
zuò cí : Nesmith | |
Oh my, my, my | |
In a dusty caravan | |
Was a girl with a golden tan | |
And she asked me if I was headed to the east | |
I politely stepped a side and said I did not need a ride | |
That I' d rather take my chances with the heat | |
Well, when she turned and walked away | |
I saw my big mistake | |
There were jewels on her body ohsorare | |
Had it been another day I just might have rode away | |
With that woman riding off to Godknowswhere | |
So the years they came and went | |
And found me living in a tent | |
Far above a little marble stream | |
And it may have been the light that shone out through the night | |
That attracted the hand scratching on my screen | |
When I cautiously looked out through the night | |
There was no doubt | |
That the owner of that hand was that girl | |
So I bid her do come in | |
And I' ll open up a tin | |
If you' ll tell me ' bout your trip around the world | |
Well, she said," If you think back | |
To the first time that we passed | |
I' m sure you' ll picture me in all my jewles | |
It was shortly after then that I ran into another man | |
And I asked him the same question I asked you | |
But now he he didn' t refuse | |
And he took off of both his shoes | |
And climbed abord mu eastbound caravan | |
In the twinkling of the night | |
He knocked me off the side | |
And left me there for dead upon the sand | |
And I thought I was done | |
Lying naked in the sun | |
When much to my surprise, who should pass? | |
But this old friend of yours | |
He said he knew you from the wars | |
And I told him that I thought you' d headed west | |
Well, he said he should have known | |
' Cause you like to be alone | |
And that' s the time I knew you were my one | |
So I asked him for a ride | |
Just to get here by your side | |
And stay here above this stream | |
Out of the sun" | |
Well, we sat quite for a while | |
And I began to smile | |
Well it' s strange but I don' t care | |
And some nights when I' m at rest | |
I wonder if I' d said, " yes" | |
Would she have come to me from God knows where | |
Or would I have been the one to leave her lying in the sun | |
And then ended up with only precious stones | |
Or would the woman in my arms be giving me her charms | |
If the answer that I gave her wasn' t " no" |