Song | Man In Love (LP Version) |
Artist | Eric Clapton |
Album | Money And Cigarettes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Eric Clapton | |
作曲 : Eric Clapton | |
You're always in my hair, you keep me feeling fine. | |
I celebrate every time I realize you're really mine | |
'Cause I'm a man in love, yes I'm a man in love. | |
I tell it everywhere I go, I want the whole world to know | |
That I'm a man in love. | |
I used to be so sad, like a dog without a bone | |
And then you gave me something baby I had never known. | |
Chorus | |
I love to see you walk up and down the street, | |
You look so pretty baby from your head down to your feet. | |
Chorus | |
Well, the minutes seem like hours, and the hours seem like days | |
And the days they seem like years everytime you go away. | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Eric Clapton | |
zuo qu : Eric Clapton | |
You' re always in my hair, you keep me feeling fine. | |
I celebrate every time I realize you' re really mine | |
' Cause I' m a man in love, yes I' m a man in love. | |
I tell it everywhere I go, I want the whole world to know | |
That I' m a man in love. | |
I used to be so sad, like a dog without a bone | |
And then you gave me something baby I had never known. | |
Chorus | |
I love to see you walk up and down the street, | |
You look so pretty baby from your head down to your feet. | |
Chorus | |
Well, the minutes seem like hours, and the hours seem like days | |
And the days they seem like years everytime you go away. | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Eric Clapton | |
zuò qǔ : Eric Clapton | |
You' re always in my hair, you keep me feeling fine. | |
I celebrate every time I realize you' re really mine | |
' Cause I' m a man in love, yes I' m a man in love. | |
I tell it everywhere I go, I want the whole world to know | |
That I' m a man in love. | |
I used to be so sad, like a dog without a bone | |
And then you gave me something baby I had never known. | |
Chorus | |
I love to see you walk up and down the street, | |
You look so pretty baby from your head down to your feet. | |
Chorus | |
Well, the minutes seem like hours, and the hours seem like days | |
And the days they seem like years everytime you go away. | |
Chorus |