歌曲 | Cats Without Claws |
歌手 | Donna Summer |
专辑 | Cats Without Claws |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Donna Summer/Michael Omartian | |
It's a windy night | |
of first and main | |
of any city | |
of a hundred names | |
spirits fly high and the sparks fly low | |
and the cats are all creeping out the back door slow | |
and the cats are out, gonna harmonize | |
they're headed for Cool Street on the main line | |
and here comes that Joe Serpentine | |
the life of a cat can leave you far behind | |
They're just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
It's hard to be yourself | |
when everyone else is around | |
there's always someone out there | |
trying to pull you down | |
you're sitting on the fence crying out to the moon | |
the day goes by too fast and the night comes too soon | |
you bet your life and you sell your soul | |
give it all up for beggar's gold | |
and the hidden city has its own laws | |
produces a species cats without claws | |
They're just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
oh, they're just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
Oh, here they come again | |
singing songs in a melody | |
do, do, do, do, do | |
Oh, oh, it's tough life, tough life, tough life | |
and the streets are full of pain | |
specially when it's calling out your name | |
it's hard on the one who doesn't sacrifice | |
the things the world has to offer nice | |
come inside, spend some time, stay alive | |
it'll take your heart and it'll steal your mind | |
Oh, they're just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
oh, they're just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
oh, oh, oh, oh |
Written: Donna Summer Michael Omartian | |
It' s a windy night | |
of first and main | |
of any city | |
of a hundred names | |
spirits fly high and the sparks fly low | |
and the cats are all creeping out the back door slow | |
and the cats are out, gonna harmonize | |
they' re headed for Cool Street on the main line | |
and here comes that Joe Serpentine | |
the life of a cat can leave you far behind | |
They' re just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
It' s hard to be yourself | |
when everyone else is around | |
there' s always someone out there | |
trying to pull you down | |
you' re sitting on the fence crying out to the moon | |
the day goes by too fast and the night comes too soon | |
you bet your life and you sell your soul | |
give it all up for beggar' s gold | |
and the hidden city has its own laws | |
produces a species cats without claws | |
They' re just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
oh, they' re just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
Oh, here they come again | |
singing songs in a melody | |
do, do, do, do, do | |
Oh, oh, it' s tough life, tough life, tough life | |
and the streets are full of pain | |
specially when it' s calling out your name | |
it' s hard on the one who doesn' t sacrifice | |
the things the world has to offer nice | |
come inside, spend some time, stay alive | |
it' ll take your heart and it' ll steal your mind | |
Oh, they' re just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
oh, they' re just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
oh, oh, oh, oh |
Written: Donna Summer Michael Omartian | |
It' s a windy night | |
of first and main | |
of any city | |
of a hundred names | |
spirits fly high and the sparks fly low | |
and the cats are all creeping out the back door slow | |
and the cats are out, gonna harmonize | |
they' re headed for Cool Street on the main line | |
and here comes that Joe Serpentine | |
the life of a cat can leave you far behind | |
They' re just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
It' s hard to be yourself | |
when everyone else is around | |
there' s always someone out there | |
trying to pull you down | |
you' re sitting on the fence crying out to the moon | |
the day goes by too fast and the night comes too soon | |
you bet your life and you sell your soul | |
give it all up for beggar' s gold | |
and the hidden city has its own laws | |
produces a species cats without claws | |
They' re just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
oh, they' re just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
Oh, here they come again | |
singing songs in a melody | |
do, do, do, do, do | |
Oh, oh, it' s tough life, tough life, tough life | |
and the streets are full of pain | |
specially when it' s calling out your name | |
it' s hard on the one who doesn' t sacrifice | |
the things the world has to offer nice | |
come inside, spend some time, stay alive | |
it' ll take your heart and it' ll steal your mind | |
Oh, they' re just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
oh, they' re just cats without claws | |
never had a good reason | |
never had a cause | |
oh, oh, oh, oh |