Song | Calliandra Shade (The Cappuccino Song) |
Artist | Ian Anderson |
Album | Rupi's Dance |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson | |
I sit in judgement on the market square. | |
I have my favourite table and I have my chair. | |
Natives are friendly and the sun flies high. | |
All kinds of crazy waiters they go drifting by. | |
Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade. | |
Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere. | |
Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle. | |
Slip off the shoulder strap: loosen the thick black hair. | |
Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee. | |
Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play. | |
Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows. | |
You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day. | |
Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating. | |
Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life | |
where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps are filet mignon | |
flicked indiscretely by the lazy waiter's knife. |
zuo ci : Anderson | |
I sit in judgement on the market square. | |
I have my favourite table and I have my chair. | |
Natives are friendly and the sun flies high. | |
All kinds of crazy waiters they go drifting by. | |
Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade. | |
Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere. | |
Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle. | |
Slip off the shoulder strap: loosen the thick black hair. | |
Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee. | |
Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play. | |
Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows. | |
You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day. | |
Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating. | |
Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life | |
where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps are filet mignon | |
flicked indiscretely by the lazy waiter' s knife. |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
I sit in judgement on the market square. | |
I have my favourite table and I have my chair. | |
Natives are friendly and the sun flies high. | |
All kinds of crazy waiters they go drifting by. | |
Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade. | |
Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere. | |
Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle. | |
Slip off the shoulder strap: loosen the thick black hair. | |
Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee. | |
Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play. | |
Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows. | |
You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day. | |
Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating. | |
Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life | |
where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps are filet mignon | |
flicked indiscretely by the lazy waiter' s knife. |