歌曲 | Delaney Talks to Statues |
歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
专辑 | Fruitcakes |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cochran | |
Written:Jimmy Buffett/Amy Lee/Mac Mcanally | |
Delaney talks to statues | |
As she dances 'round the pool | |
She chases cats through Roman ruins | |
And stomps on big toadstools | |
She speaks a language all her own | |
That I cannot discover | |
But she knows I love her so | |
When I tuck her 'neath the covers | |
Chorus: | |
Father, daughter | |
Down by the water | |
Shells sink, dreams float | |
Life's good on our boat | |
Delaney draws me pictures | |
She finger paints the sand | |
We chase the dogs and hop like frogs | |
Then I do my bad handstands | |
She's growin' up too fast for me | |
And askin' lots of questions | |
Some I know the answers to | |
And some I'm lookin' for suggestions | |
Chorus: | |
Father, daughter | |
Born by the water | |
Surf's up, sun's down | |
Life in a beach town | |
And some of the things I've seen | |
Maybe she won't have to see | |
But there's a lot I want to pass along | |
That was handed down to me | |
Delaney talks to statues | |
As she dances 'round the pool | |
She chases cats through Roman ruins | |
And stomps on big toadstools | |
She speaks a language all her own | |
Just a little like her mother | |
And she knows I love her so | |
When I tuck her 'neath the covers | |
Chorus: | |
Father, daughter | |
Down by the water | |
Shells sink, dreams float | |
Life's good on our boat | |
Shells sink, dreams float | |
Life's good on our boat |
zuo ci : Cochran | |
Written: Jimmy Buffett Amy Lee Mac Mcanally | |
Delaney talks to statues | |
As she dances ' round the pool | |
She chases cats through Roman ruins | |
And stomps on big toadstools | |
She speaks a language all her own | |
That I cannot discover | |
But she knows I love her so | |
When I tuck her ' neath the covers | |
Chorus: | |
Father, daughter | |
Down by the water | |
Shells sink, dreams float | |
Life' s good on our boat | |
Delaney draws me pictures | |
She finger paints the sand | |
We chase the dogs and hop like frogs | |
Then I do my bad handstands | |
She' s growin' up too fast for me | |
And askin' lots of questions | |
Some I know the answers to | |
And some I' m lookin' for suggestions | |
Chorus: | |
Father, daughter | |
Born by the water | |
Surf' s up, sun' s down | |
Life in a beach town | |
And some of the things I' ve seen | |
Maybe she won' t have to see | |
But there' s a lot I want to pass along | |
That was handed down to me | |
Delaney talks to statues | |
As she dances ' round the pool | |
She chases cats through Roman ruins | |
And stomps on big toadstools | |
She speaks a language all her own | |
Just a little like her mother | |
And she knows I love her so | |
When I tuck her ' neath the covers | |
Chorus: | |
Father, daughter | |
Down by the water | |
Shells sink, dreams float | |
Life' s good on our boat | |
Shells sink, dreams float | |
Life' s good on our boat |
zuò cí : Cochran | |
Written: Jimmy Buffett Amy Lee Mac Mcanally | |
Delaney talks to statues | |
As she dances ' round the pool | |
She chases cats through Roman ruins | |
And stomps on big toadstools | |
She speaks a language all her own | |
That I cannot discover | |
But she knows I love her so | |
When I tuck her ' neath the covers | |
Chorus: | |
Father, daughter | |
Down by the water | |
Shells sink, dreams float | |
Life' s good on our boat | |
Delaney draws me pictures | |
She finger paints the sand | |
We chase the dogs and hop like frogs | |
Then I do my bad handstands | |
She' s growin' up too fast for me | |
And askin' lots of questions | |
Some I know the answers to | |
And some I' m lookin' for suggestions | |
Chorus: | |
Father, daughter | |
Born by the water | |
Surf' s up, sun' s down | |
Life in a beach town | |
And some of the things I' ve seen | |
Maybe she won' t have to see | |
But there' s a lot I want to pass along | |
That was handed down to me | |
Delaney talks to statues | |
As she dances ' round the pool | |
She chases cats through Roman ruins | |
And stomps on big toadstools | |
She speaks a language all her own | |
Just a little like her mother | |
And she knows I love her so | |
When I tuck her ' neath the covers | |
Chorus: | |
Father, daughter | |
Down by the water | |
Shells sink, dreams float | |
Life' s good on our boat | |
Shells sink, dreams float | |
Life' s good on our boat |