歌曲 | Damn, Sam (I Love a Woman That Rains) |
歌手 | Ryan Adams |
专辑 | Heartbreaker |
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作词 : Adams | |
as a man i ain never been much for sunny days | |
i as calm as a fruit stand in new york and maybe as strange | |
but when the color goes out of my eyes it usually the change | |
but damn sam i love a woman that rains | |
clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer | |
clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer | |
with talented breezes that blow off your hat with a sneer | |
as a man ie never been much for talking to | |
i as open as the door in her house that leads to her room | |
and when the color goes out of my eyes she usually too | |
but damn sam i love a woman that blue | |
as a man i ain never been much for sunny days | |
i as calm as a fruit stand in new york and maybe as strange | |
but when the color goes out of my eyes it usually the change | |
but damn sam i love a woman that rains |
zuo ci : Adams | |
as a man i ain never been much for sunny days | |
i as calm as a fruit stand in new york and maybe as strange | |
but when the color goes out of my eyes it usually the change | |
but damn sam i love a woman that rains | |
clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer | |
clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer | |
with talented breezes that blow off your hat with a sneer | |
as a man i e never been much for talking to | |
i as open as the door in her house that leads to her room | |
and when the color goes out of my eyes she usually too | |
but damn sam i love a woman that blue | |
as a man i ain never been much for sunny days | |
i as calm as a fruit stand in new york and maybe as strange | |
but when the color goes out of my eyes it usually the change | |
but damn sam i love a woman that rains |
zuò cí : Adams | |
as a man i ain never been much for sunny days | |
i as calm as a fruit stand in new york and maybe as strange | |
but when the color goes out of my eyes it usually the change | |
but damn sam i love a woman that rains | |
clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer | |
clear as a bell and sound as an old engineer | |
with talented breezes that blow off your hat with a sneer | |
as a man i e never been much for talking to | |
i as open as the door in her house that leads to her room | |
and when the color goes out of my eyes she usually too | |
but damn sam i love a woman that blue | |
as a man i ain never been much for sunny days | |
i as calm as a fruit stand in new york and maybe as strange | |
but when the color goes out of my eyes it usually the change | |
but damn sam i love a woman that rains |