歌曲 | We Close Tonight |
歌手 | The Who |
专辑 | Odds & Sods |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pete Townshend | |
How can I explain how I feel | |
I'm like a little kid running at her heel | |
She's giving me looks like she thinks I'm a snappy dresser | |
How can I tell what I should plan | |
I've never kissed a girl or held her hand | |
She's waiting for me to move, I've got to impress her | |
I play guitar in a mainstream band | |
I've got three red jackets and a Fender jazz | |
I've got Charlie Parker's autograph | |
The girl I moved with's turned up on grass | |
She moved her seat next to mine | |
But I'm just playing for time | |
I ain't got the guts to let her see the real me | |
My confidence eroded away | |
Over hearing what children say | |
So I'm trying to make myself seem more appealing | |
I know your man is in to playing jazz bass | |
I tried that myself but I need more space | |
Like to soar and fly like the big Birdman | |
When I met him last week he shook my hand | |
Every lie I tell weaves another spell, another road that ends up blind | |
The Bird that shook my hand was a wanted man, I think you knew that all the time | |
I came so close to having you for me | |
But I lost you in the fantasy | |
I pretended to myself that you were mine already | |
You waited but deep in your eyes | |
You were watching me so wordly wise | |
Then you changed the subject and talked about going steady | |
I've got 200 records and a big hi-fi | |
I sit and listen to Ella and Basie all night | |
I played modern jazz of every variety | |
You could come and listen but we close tonight |
zuo qu : Pete Townshend | |
How can I explain how I feel | |
I' m like a little kid running at her heel | |
She' s giving me looks like she thinks I' m a snappy dresser | |
How can I tell what I should plan | |
I' ve never kissed a girl or held her hand | |
She' s waiting for me to move, I' ve got to impress her | |
I play guitar in a mainstream band | |
I' ve got three red jackets and a Fender jazz | |
I' ve got Charlie Parker' s autograph | |
The girl I moved with' s turned up on grass | |
She moved her seat next to mine | |
But I' m just playing for time | |
I ain' t got the guts to let her see the real me | |
My confidence eroded away | |
Over hearing what children say | |
So I' m trying to make myself seem more appealing | |
I know your man is in to playing jazz bass | |
I tried that myself but I need more space | |
Like to soar and fly like the big Birdman | |
When I met him last week he shook my hand | |
Every lie I tell weaves another spell, another road that ends up blind | |
The Bird that shook my hand was a wanted man, I think you knew that all the time | |
I came so close to having you for me | |
But I lost you in the fantasy | |
I pretended to myself that you were mine already | |
You waited but deep in your eyes | |
You were watching me so wordly wise | |
Then you changed the subject and talked about going steady | |
I' ve got 200 records and a big hifi | |
I sit and listen to Ella and Basie all night | |
I played modern jazz of every variety | |
You could come and listen but we close tonight |
zuò qǔ : Pete Townshend | |
How can I explain how I feel | |
I' m like a little kid running at her heel | |
She' s giving me looks like she thinks I' m a snappy dresser | |
How can I tell what I should plan | |
I' ve never kissed a girl or held her hand | |
She' s waiting for me to move, I' ve got to impress her | |
I play guitar in a mainstream band | |
I' ve got three red jackets and a Fender jazz | |
I' ve got Charlie Parker' s autograph | |
The girl I moved with' s turned up on grass | |
She moved her seat next to mine | |
But I' m just playing for time | |
I ain' t got the guts to let her see the real me | |
My confidence eroded away | |
Over hearing what children say | |
So I' m trying to make myself seem more appealing | |
I know your man is in to playing jazz bass | |
I tried that myself but I need more space | |
Like to soar and fly like the big Birdman | |
When I met him last week he shook my hand | |
Every lie I tell weaves another spell, another road that ends up blind | |
The Bird that shook my hand was a wanted man, I think you knew that all the time | |
I came so close to having you for me | |
But I lost you in the fantasy | |
I pretended to myself that you were mine already | |
You waited but deep in your eyes | |
You were watching me so wordly wise | |
Then you changed the subject and talked about going steady | |
I' ve got 200 records and a big hifi | |
I sit and listen to Ella and Basie all night | |
I played modern jazz of every variety | |
You could come and listen but we close tonight |