Sitting in My Hotel Lyrics
| Song | Sitting in My Hotel |
| Artist | The Kinks |
| Album | Everybody's In Show Business |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davies | |
| If my friends could see me now, driving round just like a film star, | |
| In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh. | |
| They would all be saying that it's not really me, | |
| They would all be asking who I'm trying to be. | |
| If my friends could see me now, | |
| Looking out my hotel window, | |
| Dressed in satin strides and two-tone daisy roots, | |
| If my friends could see me now I know they would smile. | |
| Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world, | |
| Seven stories high, looking at the world go by-y. | |
| Sitting in my hotel room, thinking about the countryside and sunny days in June. | |
| Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room. | |
| If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bow-tie, | |
| Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove, | |
| They would tell me that I'm just being used | |
| They would ask me what I'm trying to prove. | |
| They would see me in my hotel, | |
| Watching late shows till the morning, | |
| Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues. | |
| All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to. | |
| Sitting in my hotel, looking through the window at the people in the street, | |
| Seven stories high looking at the world go by, | |
| Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside. | |
| If my friends could see me now they would try to understand me, | |
| They would ask me what on earth I'm trying to prove. | |
| All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to. |
| zuo ci : Davies | |
| If my friends could see me now, driving round just like a film star, | |
| In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh. | |
| They would all be saying that it' s not really me, | |
| They would all be asking who I' m trying to be. | |
| If my friends could see me now, | |
| Looking out my hotel window, | |
| Dressed in satin strides and twotone daisy roots, | |
| If my friends could see me now I know they would smile. | |
| Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world, | |
| Seven stories high, looking at the world go byy. | |
| Sitting in my hotel room, thinking about the countryside and sunny days in June. | |
| Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room. | |
| If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bowtie, | |
| Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove, | |
| They would tell me that I' m just being used | |
| They would ask me what I' m trying to prove. | |
| They would see me in my hotel, | |
| Watching late shows till the morning, | |
| Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues. | |
| All my friends would ask me what it' s all leading to. | |
| Sitting in my hotel, looking through the window at the people in the street, | |
| Seven stories high looking at the world go by, | |
| Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside. | |
| If my friends could see me now they would try to understand me, | |
| They would ask me what on earth I' m trying to prove. | |
| All my friends would ask me what it' s all leading to. |
| zuò cí : Davies | |
| If my friends could see me now, driving round just like a film star, | |
| In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh. | |
| They would all be saying that it' s not really me, | |
| They would all be asking who I' m trying to be. | |
| If my friends could see me now, | |
| Looking out my hotel window, | |
| Dressed in satin strides and twotone daisy roots, | |
| If my friends could see me now I know they would smile. | |
| Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world, | |
| Seven stories high, looking at the world go byy. | |
| Sitting in my hotel room, thinking about the countryside and sunny days in June. | |
| Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room. | |
| If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bowtie, | |
| Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove, | |
| They would tell me that I' m just being used | |
| They would ask me what I' m trying to prove. | |
| They would see me in my hotel, | |
| Watching late shows till the morning, | |
| Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues. | |
| All my friends would ask me what it' s all leading to. | |
| Sitting in my hotel, looking through the window at the people in the street, | |
| Seven stories high looking at the world go by, | |
| Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside. | |
| If my friends could see me now they would try to understand me, | |
| They would ask me what on earth I' m trying to prove. | |
| All my friends would ask me what it' s all leading to. |
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