歌曲 | You've Let Yourself Go |
歌手 | Charles Aznavour |
专辑 | She (The Best Of) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Aznavour, Stellman | |
I guess just about the hardest thing to do | |
When you're doing something like this | |
Is to find a new love song to sing | |
Because they're almost always about one of three things | |
Right, they're either the, ah, the guy meets the girl | |
Or the guy loses the girl or the guy gets the girl | |
Well I found this song and it isn't about any of those three things | |
This song is about two people | |
Who have already known each other for quite a while | |
So we're alone again tonight | |
I read a book, you watch the fight | |
A stifled yawn, a can of beer | |
What an enthralling atmosphere | |
And yet the sight of us this way | |
Helps me to say what I must say | |
It helps me to think a thought or two | |
To pass it right along to you | |
And just for starters you should know I think | |
You've let yourself go | |
Down through the years, each sage repeats | |
Grass never grows on busy streets | |
Which might explain that balding spot | |
Were you a thinker, which you're not | |
And where's that slender youth I knew | |
I fear he's grown an inch or two | |
Not up and down my joy and pride | |
But more precisely side to side | |
When at a party, now and then | |
You tell the same old jokes again | |
Or wear a lampshade for a hat | |
Who could be wittier than that? | |
With one too many you just might | |
Pick some unnecessary fight | |
Though in the morning with the sun | |
You can't remember what you've done | |
If there's regret, it doesn't show | |
You know, you've let yourself go | |
You never care the way you dress | |
You stay unshaven, you look a mess | |
The smallest thing is too much to do | |
I even hold the door for you | |
And every rose upon the shelf | |
Is one that I've supplied myself | |
It's not the same, I'm well aware | |
Yet I need to see them there | |
I don't know why I say it now, why I don't? | |
©FRANCE MUSIC CORP | |
©ON BACKSTREET MUSIC |
zuo qu : Aznavour, Stellman | |
I guess just about the hardest thing to do | |
When you' re doing something like this | |
Is to find a new love song to sing | |
Because they' re almost always about one of three things | |
Right, they' re either the, ah, the guy meets the girl | |
Or the guy loses the girl or the guy gets the girl | |
Well I found this song and it isn' t about any of those three things | |
This song is about two people | |
Who have already known each other for quite a while | |
So we' re alone again tonight | |
I read a book, you watch the fight | |
A stifled yawn, a can of beer | |
What an enthralling atmosphere | |
And yet the sight of us this way | |
Helps me to say what I must say | |
It helps me to think a thought or two | |
To pass it right along to you | |
And just for starters you should know I think | |
You' ve let yourself go | |
Down through the years, each sage repeats | |
Grass never grows on busy streets | |
Which might explain that balding spot | |
Were you a thinker, which you' re not | |
And where' s that slender youth I knew | |
I fear he' s grown an inch or two | |
Not up and down my joy and pride | |
But more precisely side to side | |
When at a party, now and then | |
You tell the same old jokes again | |
Or wear a lampshade for a hat | |
Who could be wittier than that? | |
With one too many you just might | |
Pick some unnecessary fight | |
Though in the morning with the sun | |
You can' t remember what you' ve done | |
If there' s regret, it doesn' t show | |
You know, you' ve let yourself go | |
You never care the way you dress | |
You stay unshaven, you look a mess | |
The smallest thing is too much to do | |
I even hold the door for you | |
And every rose upon the shelf | |
Is one that I' ve supplied myself | |
It' s not the same, I' m well aware | |
Yet I need to see them there | |
I don' t know why I say it now, why I don' t? | |
FRANCE MUSIC CORP | |
ON BACKSTREET MUSIC |
zuò qǔ : Aznavour, Stellman | |
I guess just about the hardest thing to do | |
When you' re doing something like this | |
Is to find a new love song to sing | |
Because they' re almost always about one of three things | |
Right, they' re either the, ah, the guy meets the girl | |
Or the guy loses the girl or the guy gets the girl | |
Well I found this song and it isn' t about any of those three things | |
This song is about two people | |
Who have already known each other for quite a while | |
So we' re alone again tonight | |
I read a book, you watch the fight | |
A stifled yawn, a can of beer | |
What an enthralling atmosphere | |
And yet the sight of us this way | |
Helps me to say what I must say | |
It helps me to think a thought or two | |
To pass it right along to you | |
And just for starters you should know I think | |
You' ve let yourself go | |
Down through the years, each sage repeats | |
Grass never grows on busy streets | |
Which might explain that balding spot | |
Were you a thinker, which you' re not | |
And where' s that slender youth I knew | |
I fear he' s grown an inch or two | |
Not up and down my joy and pride | |
But more precisely side to side | |
When at a party, now and then | |
You tell the same old jokes again | |
Or wear a lampshade for a hat | |
Who could be wittier than that? | |
With one too many you just might | |
Pick some unnecessary fight | |
Though in the morning with the sun | |
You can' t remember what you' ve done | |
If there' s regret, it doesn' t show | |
You know, you' ve let yourself go | |
You never care the way you dress | |
You stay unshaven, you look a mess | |
The smallest thing is too much to do | |
I even hold the door for you | |
And every rose upon the shelf | |
Is one that I' ve supplied myself | |
It' s not the same, I' m well aware | |
Yet I need to see them there | |
I don' t know why I say it now, why I don' t? | |
FRANCE MUSIC CORP | |
ON BACKSTREET MUSIC |