歌曲 | Flesh and Bone |
歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
专辑 | Beach House on the Moon |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
If men came from Venus | |
and women came from Mars | |
then I'd be lunching with my boyfriends | |
while you girls talked about cigars | |
but that's not how it happened | |
evolution took a different turn | |
we may be creatures with some unique features | |
but we've still got a lot to learn | |
We made it nearly 20 centuries | |
but your monkeys with Ph.D.s | |
spun a web of communications | |
but it's all still a tangle to me | |
I can't tell the spiders | |
from the dangling flies and moths | |
I feel like like some outsider | |
who seems to have his wires all crossed | |
I can't fax you my love | |
I can't email my heart | |
I can't see your face in cyberspace | |
I don't know where to start | |
I'm light years behind | |
from the age they call stone | |
I'm a carbon based caveman | |
honey just flesh and bone | |
I ain't no clone | |
I'm just flesh and bone | |
Trying to connect with you | |
I ain't no clone | |
I'm just flesh and bone | |
Trying to get my message through | |
Now we live in this age of computers | |
They run everything in the world | |
and I'm a little behind on this technical climb | |
and you are an internet girl | |
I've got words but no processor | |
I've got feelings but I don't know DOS | |
so I just have to go back to basics | |
to try to get my point across | |
Desperate for a glimpse of the future | |
We use crystals and cards and dice | |
and that Y2K is coming our way | |
they're talking about some worldly strife | |
It's time to think of simpler options | |
It's time to formulate a big plan B | |
so if your hard drive does crash | |
I've got some Kruggerands stashed | |
come on and sail away with me | |
I can't fax you my love | |
I can't email my heart | |
I can't see your face in cyberspace | |
I don't know where to start | |
I'm light years behind | |
from the age they call stone | |
I'm a carbon based caveman | |
honey just flesh and bone | |
I ain't no clone | |
I'm just flesh and bone | |
Trying to connect with you | |
I ain't no clone | |
I'm just flesh and bone | |
Let's run away to Timbuktu | |
(spoken) oh yeah baby come on run away | |
don't worry I don't byte | |
I might nip a little bit | |
Here let me get that |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
If men came from Venus | |
and women came from Mars | |
then I' d be lunching with my boyfriends | |
while you girls talked about cigars | |
but that' s not how it happened | |
evolution took a different turn | |
we may be creatures with some unique features | |
but we' ve still got a lot to learn | |
We made it nearly 20 centuries | |
but your monkeys with Ph. D. s | |
spun a web of communications | |
but it' s all still a tangle to me | |
I can' t tell the spiders | |
from the dangling flies and moths | |
I feel like like some outsider | |
who seems to have his wires all crossed | |
I can' t fax you my love | |
I can' t email my heart | |
I can' t see your face in cyberspace | |
I don' t know where to start | |
I' m light years behind | |
from the age they call stone | |
I' m a carbon based caveman | |
honey just flesh and bone | |
I ain' t no clone | |
I' m just flesh and bone | |
Trying to connect with you | |
I ain' t no clone | |
I' m just flesh and bone | |
Trying to get my message through | |
Now we live in this age of computers | |
They run everything in the world | |
and I' m a little behind on this technical climb | |
and you are an internet girl | |
I' ve got words but no processor | |
I' ve got feelings but I don' t know DOS | |
so I just have to go back to basics | |
to try to get my point across | |
Desperate for a glimpse of the future | |
We use crystals and cards and dice | |
and that Y2K is coming our way | |
they' re talking about some worldly strife | |
It' s time to think of simpler options | |
It' s time to formulate a big plan B | |
so if your hard drive does crash | |
I' ve got some Kruggerands stashed | |
come on and sail away with me | |
I can' t fax you my love | |
I can' t email my heart | |
I can' t see your face in cyberspace | |
I don' t know where to start | |
I' m light years behind | |
from the age they call stone | |
I' m a carbon based caveman | |
honey just flesh and bone | |
I ain' t no clone | |
I' m just flesh and bone | |
Trying to connect with you | |
I ain' t no clone | |
I' m just flesh and bone | |
Let' s run away to Timbuktu | |
spoken oh yeah baby come on run away | |
don' t worry I don' t byte | |
I might nip a little bit | |
Here let me get that |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
If men came from Venus | |
and women came from Mars | |
then I' d be lunching with my boyfriends | |
while you girls talked about cigars | |
but that' s not how it happened | |
evolution took a different turn | |
we may be creatures with some unique features | |
but we' ve still got a lot to learn | |
We made it nearly 20 centuries | |
but your monkeys with Ph. D. s | |
spun a web of communications | |
but it' s all still a tangle to me | |
I can' t tell the spiders | |
from the dangling flies and moths | |
I feel like like some outsider | |
who seems to have his wires all crossed | |
I can' t fax you my love | |
I can' t email my heart | |
I can' t see your face in cyberspace | |
I don' t know where to start | |
I' m light years behind | |
from the age they call stone | |
I' m a carbon based caveman | |
honey just flesh and bone | |
I ain' t no clone | |
I' m just flesh and bone | |
Trying to connect with you | |
I ain' t no clone | |
I' m just flesh and bone | |
Trying to get my message through | |
Now we live in this age of computers | |
They run everything in the world | |
and I' m a little behind on this technical climb | |
and you are an internet girl | |
I' ve got words but no processor | |
I' ve got feelings but I don' t know DOS | |
so I just have to go back to basics | |
to try to get my point across | |
Desperate for a glimpse of the future | |
We use crystals and cards and dice | |
and that Y2K is coming our way | |
they' re talking about some worldly strife | |
It' s time to think of simpler options | |
It' s time to formulate a big plan B | |
so if your hard drive does crash | |
I' ve got some Kruggerands stashed | |
come on and sail away with me | |
I can' t fax you my love | |
I can' t email my heart | |
I can' t see your face in cyberspace | |
I don' t know where to start | |
I' m light years behind | |
from the age they call stone | |
I' m a carbon based caveman | |
honey just flesh and bone | |
I ain' t no clone | |
I' m just flesh and bone | |
Trying to connect with you | |
I ain' t no clone | |
I' m just flesh and bone | |
Let' s run away to Timbuktu | |
spoken oh yeah baby come on run away | |
don' t worry I don' t byte | |
I might nip a little bit | |
Here let me get that |