| Song | So So Real |
| Artist | Willy DeVille |
| Album | Pistola |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DeVille | |
| So So Real | |
| I used to think | |
| I used to be | |
| And everything was up to me | |
| They all say we should go far | |
| I ain't no rocket | |
| Just a shooting star | |
| Things have changed | |
| And now i feel | |
| Like i've become so unreal | |
| So, so unreal | |
| The wolf is in and at my door | |
| She looks hungry she wants more | |
| The mail train's gone | |
| Won't come back | |
| He took your letter | |
| And put it in his sack | |
| They all say that he'll go far | |
| I ain't no rocket | |
| Just a shooting star | |
| So so real | |
| So so real | |
| Handsome lucifer at the door bell rings | |
| With an army of slaves carrying jewels and rings | |
| Cracks his whip and says don't lose a thing | |
| While up in heaven those angels sing | |
| Oh so real | |
| So so real | |
| This dive is open | |
| Could use some sleep | |
| If you feel like napping | |
| Round the corner down the street | |
| Just ask for baby | |
| A guy will let you in | |
| Calls himself cain, only he can let you in | |
| They all say we should go far | |
| He ain't no rocket | |
| Just a shooting star | |
| So so real | |
| I use to thing i knew everything | |
| You want to hear the horns | |
| You wont to wear those wings | |
| Take me down | |
| Give me a drink | |
| Give me a shot | |
| That will make me sing | |
| They all say that he'll go far | |
| I ain't no rocket | |
| Oh so real | |
| Just so so real | |
| So so real | |
| So so real | |
| So so so real | |
| So so so real |
| zuo ci : DeVille | |
| So So Real | |
| I used to think | |
| I used to be | |
| And everything was up to me | |
| They all say we should go far | |
| I ain' t no rocket | |
| Just a shooting star | |
| Things have changed | |
| And now i feel | |
| Like i' ve become so unreal | |
| So, so unreal | |
| The wolf is in and at my door | |
| She looks hungry she wants more | |
| The mail train' s gone | |
| Won' t come back | |
| He took your letter | |
| And put it in his sack | |
| They all say that he' ll go far | |
| I ain' t no rocket | |
| Just a shooting star | |
| So so real | |
| So so real | |
| Handsome lucifer at the door bell rings | |
| With an army of slaves carrying jewels and rings | |
| Cracks his whip and says don' t lose a thing | |
| While up in heaven those angels sing | |
| Oh so real | |
| So so real | |
| This dive is open | |
| Could use some sleep | |
| If you feel like napping | |
| Round the corner down the street | |
| Just ask for baby | |
| A guy will let you in | |
| Calls himself cain, only he can let you in | |
| They all say we should go far | |
| He ain' t no rocket | |
| Just a shooting star | |
| So so real | |
| I use to thing i knew everything | |
| You want to hear the horns | |
| You wont to wear those wings | |
| Take me down | |
| Give me a drink | |
| Give me a shot | |
| That will make me sing | |
| They all say that he' ll go far | |
| I ain' t no rocket | |
| Oh so real | |
| Just so so real | |
| So so real | |
| So so real | |
| So so so real | |
| So so so real |
| zuò cí : DeVille | |
| So So Real | |
| I used to think | |
| I used to be | |
| And everything was up to me | |
| They all say we should go far | |
| I ain' t no rocket | |
| Just a shooting star | |
| Things have changed | |
| And now i feel | |
| Like i' ve become so unreal | |
| So, so unreal | |
| The wolf is in and at my door | |
| She looks hungry she wants more | |
| The mail train' s gone | |
| Won' t come back | |
| He took your letter | |
| And put it in his sack | |
| They all say that he' ll go far | |
| I ain' t no rocket | |
| Just a shooting star | |
| So so real | |
| So so real | |
| Handsome lucifer at the door bell rings | |
| With an army of slaves carrying jewels and rings | |
| Cracks his whip and says don' t lose a thing | |
| While up in heaven those angels sing | |
| Oh so real | |
| So so real | |
| This dive is open | |
| Could use some sleep | |
| If you feel like napping | |
| Round the corner down the street | |
| Just ask for baby | |
| A guy will let you in | |
| Calls himself cain, only he can let you in | |
| They all say we should go far | |
| He ain' t no rocket | |
| Just a shooting star | |
| So so real | |
| I use to thing i knew everything | |
| You want to hear the horns | |
| You wont to wear those wings | |
| Take me down | |
| Give me a drink | |
| Give me a shot | |
| That will make me sing | |
| They all say that he' ll go far | |
| I ain' t no rocket | |
| Oh so real | |
| Just so so real | |
| So so real | |
| So so real | |
| So so so real | |
| So so so real |