Song | I'm Afraid This Must Be Love |
Artist | Linda Eder |
Album | It's Time |
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作曲 : Murphy, Wildhorn | |
I like New York dear - You love L.A. | |
We've got nothing in common....they say | |
Oh, what a pair | |
It's like Rogers without Astaire | |
But when we're dancing | |
It's just more than I can bear | |
First I hear those violins | |
And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
Then I fly to the stars up above | |
So I'm afraid this must be love | |
You like the sun, dear - I prefer snow | |
We're like fire and water...I know | |
Isn't it strange? | |
With so much we could rearrange | |
I pray there's one thing | |
That we never, ever change | |
Cause I hear those violins | |
And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
Then I fly to the stars up above | |
And I'm afraid this must be love | |
We might never agree, dear | |
But between you and me, dear | |
Who cares? | |
Cause rain or shine or | |
Any old kind of weather | |
We have something together | |
We share | |
So let's hear those violins | |
Let the world break out in silly grins | |
Then let's fly to the stars up above | |
Cause when all is said and done | |
I know you're the only one | |
So I'm afraid this must be love |
zuo qu : Murphy, Wildhorn | |
I like New York dear You love L. A. | |
We' ve got nothing in common.... they say | |
Oh, what a pair | |
It' s like Rogers without Astaire | |
But when we' re dancing | |
It' s just more than I can bear | |
First I hear those violins | |
And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
Then I fly to the stars up above | |
So I' m afraid this must be love | |
You like the sun, dear I prefer snow | |
We' re like fire and water... I know | |
Isn' t it strange? | |
With so much we could rearrange | |
I pray there' s one thing | |
That we never, ever change | |
Cause I hear those violins | |
And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
Then I fly to the stars up above | |
And I' m afraid this must be love | |
We might never agree, dear | |
But between you and me, dear | |
Who cares? | |
Cause rain or shine or | |
Any old kind of weather | |
We have something together | |
We share | |
So let' s hear those violins | |
Let the world break out in silly grins | |
Then let' s fly to the stars up above | |
Cause when all is said and done | |
I know you' re the only one | |
So I' m afraid this must be love |
zuò qǔ : Murphy, Wildhorn | |
I like New York dear You love L. A. | |
We' ve got nothing in common.... they say | |
Oh, what a pair | |
It' s like Rogers without Astaire | |
But when we' re dancing | |
It' s just more than I can bear | |
First I hear those violins | |
And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
Then I fly to the stars up above | |
So I' m afraid this must be love | |
You like the sun, dear I prefer snow | |
We' re like fire and water... I know | |
Isn' t it strange? | |
With so much we could rearrange | |
I pray there' s one thing | |
That we never, ever change | |
Cause I hear those violins | |
And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
Then I fly to the stars up above | |
And I' m afraid this must be love | |
We might never agree, dear | |
But between you and me, dear | |
Who cares? | |
Cause rain or shine or | |
Any old kind of weather | |
We have something together | |
We share | |
So let' s hear those violins | |
Let the world break out in silly grins | |
Then let' s fly to the stars up above | |
Cause when all is said and done | |
I know you' re the only one | |
So I' m afraid this must be love |