Song | Moonbeam Woman |
Artist | Freak Power |
Album | Turn On, Tune In, Cop Out |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cook | |
Who's that sister, mader her own space, | |
She's got moondust on her 'fro. | |
Damn we miss her sugarsome face, | |
Wistful, moonbeam sense to go. | |
Six months later she steamed up the van, | |
We got no small surprise. | |
Daisy lady sits on her hand, a naughty sparkle in her eyes. | |
Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
Late arrival, never been kissed, | |
Strode up sneaking in tongues. | |
Settled nicely up to the wrist, | |
Grinding to the bass and the drum. | |
Three years later she's back in her stride, | |
Down Full Circle doin' the bump, | |
Lovely Lady, up on her feet, | |
She's getting over the hump. | |
Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
That poor old poet didn't know so, | |
but she cooked the wrong goose. | |
She should have lapped it up | |
and licked it like we do with that juice. | |
And if you ask her she just shrugs | |
And digs the life that she chose. | |
My moonbeam woman, she sure 'nuff gets some when her cup overflows. | |
Can't stop, won't stop, rockin' to the lady 'cuz I get down and I go down [repeat] |
zuo qu : Cook | |
Who' s that sister, mader her own space, | |
She' s got moondust on her ' fro. | |
Damn we miss her sugarsome face, | |
Wistful, moonbeam sense to go. | |
Six months later she steamed up the van, | |
We got no small surprise. | |
Daisy lady sits on her hand, a naughty sparkle in her eyes. | |
Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
Late arrival, never been kissed, | |
Strode up sneaking in tongues. | |
Settled nicely up to the wrist, | |
Grinding to the bass and the drum. | |
Three years later she' s back in her stride, | |
Down Full Circle doin' the bump, | |
Lovely Lady, up on her feet, | |
She' s getting over the hump. | |
Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
That poor old poet didn' t know so, | |
but she cooked the wrong goose. | |
She should have lapped it up | |
and licked it like we do with that juice. | |
And if you ask her she just shrugs | |
And digs the life that she chose. | |
My moonbeam woman, she sure ' nuff gets some when her cup overflows. | |
Can' t stop, won' t stop, rockin' to the lady ' cuz I get down and I go down repeat |
zuò qǔ : Cook | |
Who' s that sister, mader her own space, | |
She' s got moondust on her ' fro. | |
Damn we miss her sugarsome face, | |
Wistful, moonbeam sense to go. | |
Six months later she steamed up the van, | |
We got no small surprise. | |
Daisy lady sits on her hand, a naughty sparkle in her eyes. | |
Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
Late arrival, never been kissed, | |
Strode up sneaking in tongues. | |
Settled nicely up to the wrist, | |
Grinding to the bass and the drum. | |
Three years later she' s back in her stride, | |
Down Full Circle doin' the bump, | |
Lovely Lady, up on her feet, | |
She' s getting over the hump. | |
Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
That poor old poet didn' t know so, | |
but she cooked the wrong goose. | |
She should have lapped it up | |
and licked it like we do with that juice. | |
And if you ask her she just shrugs | |
And digs the life that she chose. | |
My moonbeam woman, she sure ' nuff gets some when her cup overflows. | |
Can' t stop, won' t stop, rockin' to the lady ' cuz I get down and I go down repeat |