Song | Weekend in Paris |
Artist | Sheena Easton |
Album | Madness, Money & Music |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Quinn | |
All the flights were grounded, so I headed for the homeward sign | |
Didnt think to call you, I had my watch set on Parisien time | |
There she was, her fingers in my house, lying on her back in my bed | |
Wasnt what Id hardly expected, and oh God I wish I were dead | |
Chorus: | |
I found her red heeled stilletoes, I watched them burn in my fire | |
One weekend in Paris, Im gone for good | |
All her clothes were scattered, her perfume hanging in the air | |
Through the door her laughter, getting louder but you didnt care | |
There it was, her lipstick, her make-up | |
Her painted nails still touching your skin | |
Could not believe what my eyes were watching, and oh God, will I ever win | |
chorus | |
I drove round till 4 a.m., had a cold coffee and then | |
I made up my mind, my watch would stay on Parisien time | |
She can keep her head on my pillow, she can watch my ceiling, my floor | |
She can check herself in my mirror, cause I wont be doin that no more | |
chorus repeats 2x |
zuo ci : Quinn | |
All the flights were grounded, so I headed for the homeward sign | |
Didnt think to call you, I had my watch set on Parisien time | |
There she was, her fingers in my house, lying on her back in my bed | |
Wasnt what Id hardly expected, and oh God I wish I were dead | |
Chorus: | |
I found her red heeled stilletoes, I watched them burn in my fire | |
One weekend in Paris, Im gone for good | |
All her clothes were scattered, her perfume hanging in the air | |
Through the door her laughter, getting louder but you didnt care | |
There it was, her lipstick, her makeup | |
Her painted nails still touching your skin | |
Could not believe what my eyes were watching, and oh God, will I ever win | |
chorus | |
I drove round till 4 a. m., had a cold coffee and then | |
I made up my mind, my watch would stay on Parisien time | |
She can keep her head on my pillow, she can watch my ceiling, my floor | |
She can check herself in my mirror, cause I wont be doin that no more | |
chorus repeats 2x |
zuò cí : Quinn | |
All the flights were grounded, so I headed for the homeward sign | |
Didnt think to call you, I had my watch set on Parisien time | |
There she was, her fingers in my house, lying on her back in my bed | |
Wasnt what Id hardly expected, and oh God I wish I were dead | |
Chorus: | |
I found her red heeled stilletoes, I watched them burn in my fire | |
One weekend in Paris, Im gone for good | |
All her clothes were scattered, her perfume hanging in the air | |
Through the door her laughter, getting louder but you didnt care | |
There it was, her lipstick, her makeup | |
Her painted nails still touching your skin | |
Could not believe what my eyes were watching, and oh God, will I ever win | |
chorus | |
I drove round till 4 a. m., had a cold coffee and then | |
I made up my mind, my watch would stay on Parisien time | |
She can keep her head on my pillow, she can watch my ceiling, my floor | |
She can check herself in my mirror, cause I wont be doin that no more | |
chorus repeats 2x |