Song | It Never Entered My Mind |
Artist | Chris Botti |
Album | Italia |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hart, Rodgers | |
I don't care if there's powder on my nose | |
I don't care if my hair-do is in place | |
I've lost the very meaning of repose | |
I never put a mudpack on my face | |
Oh who'd have thought that I walk in a daze now | |
I never go to shows at night but just to matinees now | |
I see the show, and home I go | |
Once I laughed when I heard you saying | |
That I'd be playing solitaire | |
Uneasy in my easy chair | |
It never entered my mind | |
Once you told me I was mistaken | |
That I'd awaken with the sun | |
And order orange juice for one | |
It never entered my mind | |
You have what I lack myself | |
And now I even have to scratch my back myself | |
Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
I'd sing the maiden's prayer again | |
And wish that you were there again | |
To get into my hair again | |
It never entered my mind | |
Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
I'd sing the maiden's prayer again | |
And wish that you were there again | |
To get into my hair again | |
It never entered my mind | |
It never entered my mind |
zuo ci : Hart, Rodgers | |
I don' t care if there' s powder on my nose | |
I don' t care if my hairdo is in place | |
I' ve lost the very meaning of repose | |
I never put a mudpack on my face | |
Oh who' d have thought that I walk in a daze now | |
I never go to shows at night but just to matinees now | |
I see the show, and home I go | |
Once I laughed when I heard you saying | |
That I' d be playing solitaire | |
Uneasy in my easy chair | |
It never entered my mind | |
Once you told me I was mistaken | |
That I' d awaken with the sun | |
And order orange juice for one | |
It never entered my mind | |
You have what I lack myself | |
And now I even have to scratch my back myself | |
Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
I' d sing the maiden' s prayer again | |
And wish that you were there again | |
To get into my hair again | |
It never entered my mind | |
Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
I' d sing the maiden' s prayer again | |
And wish that you were there again | |
To get into my hair again | |
It never entered my mind | |
It never entered my mind |
zuò cí : Hart, Rodgers | |
I don' t care if there' s powder on my nose | |
I don' t care if my hairdo is in place | |
I' ve lost the very meaning of repose | |
I never put a mudpack on my face | |
Oh who' d have thought that I walk in a daze now | |
I never go to shows at night but just to matinees now | |
I see the show, and home I go | |
Once I laughed when I heard you saying | |
That I' d be playing solitaire | |
Uneasy in my easy chair | |
It never entered my mind | |
Once you told me I was mistaken | |
That I' d awaken with the sun | |
And order orange juice for one | |
It never entered my mind | |
You have what I lack myself | |
And now I even have to scratch my back myself | |
Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
I' d sing the maiden' s prayer again | |
And wish that you were there again | |
To get into my hair again | |
It never entered my mind | |
Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
I' d sing the maiden' s prayer again | |
And wish that you were there again | |
To get into my hair again | |
It never entered my mind | |
It never entered my mind |