Song | Ellamental |
Artist | Vanessa Williams |
Album | Sweetest Days |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Armor, Hull | |
Ellamental | |
Way back, take a look, she would cook | |
When they were stompin' at the Savoy | |
She would blow, and they would dance, don't you know ? | |
It was an uptown kind a show | |
Cool notes and melodies, harmonies | |
She sang the song of the universe | |
She can make a joyful noise up to heaven | |
And call the angels down to the earth | |
From jazz, to swing, to be-bop | |
She kept the spirit alive | |
For Bo, Duke, Dizzy, and Miles | |
She spoke her mind | |
She's Ellamental to the art | |
She spoke her mind | |
She's Ellamental to the art | |
Too hot, until the dawn she sang on | |
When joints were jumping and jive was in | |
Bodies moving back and forth to the rhythm | |
Ever since Ella first did her thing | |
From jazz, to swing to be-bop | |
She brought emotions and moves | |
She kept the spirit alive. | |
She spoke her mind | |
Act like ya know, Oh! | |
Was it the smooth tones that was so much like butter | |
Oh Ella was singing just like no other singer | |
Cause you know I be the funky bringer of the new style | |
because I be the wild child. | |
Listening to hip-hop, listening to be-bop and jazz | |
Ella made you move that ass | |
Sensation for the people, inspiration for the sisters and brothers | |
Smooth jazz for the midnight lovers | |
Savoy was the spot for shaking on your rump and | |
Ella made it hopping | |
Got the joint jumping, remembering you 'til the dawn | |
Because Ella your memory goes on | |
She spoke her mind (yeah...and it just don't stop) | |
She's Ellamental to the art (the memory goes on and on...'cause it just don't stop) | |
She spoke her mind (...yeah..jazz to the bebop) | |
She's Ellamental to the art | |
She spoke her mind..(yeah...much love...) | |
She spoke her mind... |
zuo ci : Armor, Hull | |
Ellamental | |
Way back, take a look, she would cook | |
When they were stompin' at the Savoy | |
She would blow, and they would dance, don' t you know ? | |
It was an uptown kind a show | |
Cool notes and melodies, harmonies | |
She sang the song of the universe | |
She can make a joyful noise up to heaven | |
And call the angels down to the earth | |
From jazz, to swing, to bebop | |
She kept the spirit alive | |
For Bo, Duke, Dizzy, and Miles | |
She spoke her mind | |
She' s Ellamental to the art | |
She spoke her mind | |
She' s Ellamental to the art | |
Too hot, until the dawn she sang on | |
When joints were jumping and jive was in | |
Bodies moving back and forth to the rhythm | |
Ever since Ella first did her thing | |
From jazz, to swing to bebop | |
She brought emotions and moves | |
She kept the spirit alive. | |
She spoke her mind | |
Act like ya know, Oh! | |
Was it the smooth tones that was so much like butter | |
Oh Ella was singing just like no other singer | |
Cause you know I be the funky bringer of the new style | |
because I be the wild child. | |
Listening to hiphop, listening to bebop and jazz | |
Ella made you move that ass | |
Sensation for the people, inspiration for the sisters and brothers | |
Smooth jazz for the midnight lovers | |
Savoy was the spot for shaking on your rump and | |
Ella made it hopping | |
Got the joint jumping, remembering you ' til the dawn | |
Because Ella your memory goes on | |
She spoke her mind yeah... and it just don' t stop | |
She' s Ellamental to the art the memory goes on and on...' cause it just don' t stop | |
She spoke her mind ... yeah.. jazz to the bebop | |
She' s Ellamental to the art | |
She spoke her mind.. yeah... much love... | |
She spoke her mind... |
zuò cí : Armor, Hull | |
Ellamental | |
Way back, take a look, she would cook | |
When they were stompin' at the Savoy | |
She would blow, and they would dance, don' t you know ? | |
It was an uptown kind a show | |
Cool notes and melodies, harmonies | |
She sang the song of the universe | |
She can make a joyful noise up to heaven | |
And call the angels down to the earth | |
From jazz, to swing, to bebop | |
She kept the spirit alive | |
For Bo, Duke, Dizzy, and Miles | |
She spoke her mind | |
She' s Ellamental to the art | |
She spoke her mind | |
She' s Ellamental to the art | |
Too hot, until the dawn she sang on | |
When joints were jumping and jive was in | |
Bodies moving back and forth to the rhythm | |
Ever since Ella first did her thing | |
From jazz, to swing to bebop | |
She brought emotions and moves | |
She kept the spirit alive. | |
She spoke her mind | |
Act like ya know, Oh! | |
Was it the smooth tones that was so much like butter | |
Oh Ella was singing just like no other singer | |
Cause you know I be the funky bringer of the new style | |
because I be the wild child. | |
Listening to hiphop, listening to bebop and jazz | |
Ella made you move that ass | |
Sensation for the people, inspiration for the sisters and brothers | |
Smooth jazz for the midnight lovers | |
Savoy was the spot for shaking on your rump and | |
Ella made it hopping | |
Got the joint jumping, remembering you ' til the dawn | |
Because Ella your memory goes on | |
She spoke her mind yeah... and it just don' t stop | |
She' s Ellamental to the art the memory goes on and on...' cause it just don' t stop | |
She spoke her mind ... yeah.. jazz to the bebop | |
She' s Ellamental to the art | |
She spoke her mind.. yeah... much love... | |
She spoke her mind... |