歌曲 | Clutches |
歌手 | John Martyn |
专辑 | Sunday's Child |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : John Martyn | |
Well my residential woman said, said to me | |
That you daren't eat peaches from a hawthorn tree | |
Well she said it to me once | |
And then she said it again | |
Even though I try, I can't remember when. | |
Well my residential woman | |
She's as fine as can be | |
Yeah my residential woman | |
She's the one for me | |
And I believe, yes I do believe. | |
And I believe to the depths of my dark black soul | |
Like I used to believe in sweet rock and roll | |
I believe to the depths of my pure white soul | |
Like I still believe in sweet jelly roll | |
She got me, she got me | |
In her clutches. | |
Well my very special woman said yesterday | |
She's always economic when I'm going away | |
Well I turn around and say, she's got no reason to fear | |
Cos I'm always economic when you're sitting right here. | |
My very special woman | |
She's the one for me | |
My residential woman | |
She's as sweet as can be | |
Well I believe, yes I believe. | |
I believe to the depths of my hard luck soul | |
Like I used to believe in sweet jelly roll | |
Believe to the depths of my pure white soul | |
I used to believe in sweet rock and roll | |
She got me, yeah, she got me | |
In her clutches | |
Sweet clutches | |
Every kind of clutches | |
Those clutches |
zuo qu : John Martyn | |
Well my residential woman said, said to me | |
That you daren' t eat peaches from a hawthorn tree | |
Well she said it to me once | |
And then she said it again | |
Even though I try, I can' t remember when. | |
Well my residential woman | |
She' s as fine as can be | |
Yeah my residential woman | |
She' s the one for me | |
And I believe, yes I do believe. | |
And I believe to the depths of my dark black soul | |
Like I used to believe in sweet rock and roll | |
I believe to the depths of my pure white soul | |
Like I still believe in sweet jelly roll | |
She got me, she got me | |
In her clutches. | |
Well my very special woman said yesterday | |
She' s always economic when I' m going away | |
Well I turn around and say, she' s got no reason to fear | |
Cos I' m always economic when you' re sitting right here. | |
My very special woman | |
She' s the one for me | |
My residential woman | |
She' s as sweet as can be | |
Well I believe, yes I believe. | |
I believe to the depths of my hard luck soul | |
Like I used to believe in sweet jelly roll | |
Believe to the depths of my pure white soul | |
I used to believe in sweet rock and roll | |
She got me, yeah, she got me | |
In her clutches | |
Sweet clutches | |
Every kind of clutches | |
Those clutches |
zuò qǔ : John Martyn | |
Well my residential woman said, said to me | |
That you daren' t eat peaches from a hawthorn tree | |
Well she said it to me once | |
And then she said it again | |
Even though I try, I can' t remember when. | |
Well my residential woman | |
She' s as fine as can be | |
Yeah my residential woman | |
She' s the one for me | |
And I believe, yes I do believe. | |
And I believe to the depths of my dark black soul | |
Like I used to believe in sweet rock and roll | |
I believe to the depths of my pure white soul | |
Like I still believe in sweet jelly roll | |
She got me, she got me | |
In her clutches. | |
Well my very special woman said yesterday | |
She' s always economic when I' m going away | |
Well I turn around and say, she' s got no reason to fear | |
Cos I' m always economic when you' re sitting right here. | |
My very special woman | |
She' s the one for me | |
My residential woman | |
She' s as sweet as can be | |
Well I believe, yes I believe. | |
I believe to the depths of my hard luck soul | |
Like I used to believe in sweet jelly roll | |
Believe to the depths of my pure white soul | |
I used to believe in sweet rock and roll | |
She got me, yeah, she got me | |
In her clutches | |
Sweet clutches | |
Every kind of clutches | |
Those clutches |