歌曲 | Sitting In My Tree |
歌手 | The Idle Race |
专辑 | Back To The Story |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lynne | |
I often sit alone up in a tree | |
Waving to the ones that wave at me | |
I think well just how stupid can they be | |
Waving to a man up in a tree | |
What they don't know is I am counting them | |
I even count the ladies and the men | |
I put the numbers in my little book | |
And only me can ever have a look | |
All I ask is a piece of mind | |
Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess | |
All I want is for people to be kind | |
And walk slower to be counted when they pass | |
I think well just how stupid can they be | |
Waving to a man up in a tree | |
I know that I will have to stop my fun | |
When I meet a girl who I can not count on | |
Maybe marry her and happy we would be | |
Not counting but a-sitting up a tree | |
I put the numbers in my little book | |
And only me can ever have a look | |
I think well just how stupid can they be | |
Waving to a man up in a tree |
zuo ci : Lynne | |
I often sit alone up in a tree | |
Waving to the ones that wave at me | |
I think well just how stupid can they be | |
Waving to a man up in a tree | |
What they don' t know is I am counting them | |
I even count the ladies and the men | |
I put the numbers in my little book | |
And only me can ever have a look | |
All I ask is a piece of mind | |
Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess | |
All I want is for people to be kind | |
And walk slower to be counted when they pass | |
I think well just how stupid can they be | |
Waving to a man up in a tree | |
I know that I will have to stop my fun | |
When I meet a girl who I can not count on | |
Maybe marry her and happy we would be | |
Not counting but asitting up a tree | |
I put the numbers in my little book | |
And only me can ever have a look | |
I think well just how stupid can they be | |
Waving to a man up in a tree |
zuò cí : Lynne | |
I often sit alone up in a tree | |
Waving to the ones that wave at me | |
I think well just how stupid can they be | |
Waving to a man up in a tree | |
What they don' t know is I am counting them | |
I even count the ladies and the men | |
I put the numbers in my little book | |
And only me can ever have a look | |
All I ask is a piece of mind | |
Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess | |
All I want is for people to be kind | |
And walk slower to be counted when they pass | |
I think well just how stupid can they be | |
Waving to a man up in a tree | |
I know that I will have to stop my fun | |
When I meet a girl who I can not count on | |
Maybe marry her and happy we would be | |
Not counting but asitting up a tree | |
I put the numbers in my little book | |
And only me can ever have a look | |
I think well just how stupid can they be | |
Waving to a man up in a tree |