歌曲 | Lost Paraguayos |
歌手 | Rod Stewart |
专辑 | Handbags And Gladrags |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Rod Stewart/Ron Wood Music:Rod Stewart/Ron Wood | |
Darling I hate to tell you but I think I catching a cold | |
Put another chair on the fire bring the bottle over here | |
I feel I getting old | |
I like your laugh and a hot romance | |
and your orny sense of humor | |
but if it rains again like it did today | |
I gonna have to leave a little bit sooner | |
Got to get me some South America sun | |
Honey don even ask me if you can come along | |
Down at the border you need to be older | |
and you sure don look like my daughter | |
Your ridiculous age, start a state outrage | |
and Il end up in a Mexican jail | |
Darling please don cry you know I wouldn tell you no lie | |
Look over there | |
Oh my God don look now | |
but it appears to be raining again | |
Get upstairs pack my book of prayers | |
Honey hurry I catching pneumonia | |
I gotta move while I in the mood | |
or Il disappear into that wall | |
Darling please don curse | |
it really couldn be any worse | |
Say I a sun fanatic but it dark in your attic | |
and your cat sleeps over my head | |
I know I not a football star | |
but I wanna little better than that | |
So I much obliged for the pure white ride | |
and a cup of tea every morning | |
Il say goodbye, look your man in the eye | |
you know I wouldn tell you no lie | |
So after all, I'll see you in the fall | |
on a brand new day, brand new way | |
Goodbye honey, goodbye honey | |
Goodbye honey, it ain't funny | |
Goodbye honey, I know it ain't funny |
Lyrics: Rod Stewart Ron Wood Music: Rod Stewart Ron Wood | |
Darling I hate to tell you but I think I catching a cold | |
Put another chair on the fire bring the bottle over here | |
I feel I getting old | |
I like your laugh and a hot romance | |
and your orn y sense of humor | |
but if it rains again like it did today | |
I gonna have to leave a little bit sooner | |
Got to get me some South America sun | |
Honey don even ask me if you can come along | |
Down at the border you need to be older | |
and you sure don look like my daughter | |
Your ridiculous age, start a state outrage | |
and I l end up in a Mexican jail | |
Darling please don cry you know I wouldn tell you no lie | |
Look over there | |
Oh my God don look now | |
but it appears to be raining again | |
Get upstairs pack my book of prayers | |
Honey hurry I catching pneumonia | |
I gotta move while I in the mood | |
or I l disappear into that wall | |
Darling please don curse | |
it really couldn be any worse | |
Say I a sun fanatic but it dark in your attic | |
and your cat sleeps over my head | |
I know I not a football star | |
but I wanna little better than that | |
So I much obliged for the pure white ride | |
and a cup of tea every morning | |
I l say goodbye, look your man in the eye | |
you know I wouldn tell you no lie | |
So after all, I' ll see you in the fall | |
on a brand new day, brand new way | |
Goodbye honey, goodbye honey | |
Goodbye honey, it ain' t funny | |
Goodbye honey, I know it ain' t funny |
Lyrics: Rod Stewart Ron Wood Music: Rod Stewart Ron Wood | |
Darling I hate to tell you but I think I catching a cold | |
Put another chair on the fire bring the bottle over here | |
I feel I getting old | |
I like your laugh and a hot romance | |
and your orn y sense of humor | |
but if it rains again like it did today | |
I gonna have to leave a little bit sooner | |
Got to get me some South America sun | |
Honey don even ask me if you can come along | |
Down at the border you need to be older | |
and you sure don look like my daughter | |
Your ridiculous age, start a state outrage | |
and I l end up in a Mexican jail | |
Darling please don cry you know I wouldn tell you no lie | |
Look over there | |
Oh my God don look now | |
but it appears to be raining again | |
Get upstairs pack my book of prayers | |
Honey hurry I catching pneumonia | |
I gotta move while I in the mood | |
or I l disappear into that wall | |
Darling please don curse | |
it really couldn be any worse | |
Say I a sun fanatic but it dark in your attic | |
and your cat sleeps over my head | |
I know I not a football star | |
but I wanna little better than that | |
So I much obliged for the pure white ride | |
and a cup of tea every morning | |
I l say goodbye, look your man in the eye | |
you know I wouldn tell you no lie | |
So after all, I' ll see you in the fall | |
on a brand new day, brand new way | |
Goodbye honey, goodbye honey | |
Goodbye honey, it ain' t funny | |
Goodbye honey, I know it ain' t funny |