| Song | Object Of My Affection (Album Version) |
| Artist | Shawn Colvin |
| Album | Fat City |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Colvin, Leventhal | |
| S. Colvin - J. Leventhal | |
| Jump into the night | |
| Gas up and downshift | |
| Cruise up the coast | |
| On the FM drift | |
| It's a crazy world | |
| On the head of a pin | |
| Some other time | |
| Some other star | |
| I might've cried but now | |
| You only need to look so far | |
| As the smile on my face | |
| To see the shape I'm in | |
| Try love in a bottle | |
| Try love in a box | |
| Play it all night long | |
| Dance 'til you drop | |
| And it sure got soul | |
| It's not flesh and blood | |
| I tried looking for love | |
| But I guess it's true | |
| You don't look for love | |
| It's gonna look for you | |
| Well you found me, honey | |
| And you sound so good | |
| You're the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a dream | |
| Or make believe | |
| You're the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Come to me | |
| Now we see the women | |
| In the photograph | |
| Sweet Anne of mercy | |
| And Sylvia Plath | |
| For a thousand words | |
| They for a life sentence | |
| If we lined up all the girls | |
| Who died in vain | |
| We could walk on their heads | |
| To hell and back again | |
| But I got the big book | |
| And antidepressants | |
| You're the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a phantom fantasy | |
| You're the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Come to me | |
| You're the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a toy with batteries | |
| You're the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a rescue remedy | |
| You're the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Come to me |
| zuo ci : Colvin, Leventhal | |
| S. Colvin J. Leventhal | |
| Jump into the night | |
| Gas up and downshift | |
| Cruise up the coast | |
| On the FM drift | |
| It' s a crazy world | |
| On the head of a pin | |
| Some other time | |
| Some other star | |
| I might' ve cried but now | |
| You only need to look so far | |
| As the smile on my face | |
| To see the shape I' m in | |
| Try love in a bottle | |
| Try love in a box | |
| Play it all night long | |
| Dance ' til you drop | |
| And it sure got soul | |
| It' s not flesh and blood | |
| I tried looking for love | |
| But I guess it' s true | |
| You don' t look for love | |
| It' s gonna look for you | |
| Well you found me, honey | |
| And you sound so good | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a dream | |
| Or make believe | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Come to me | |
| Now we see the women | |
| In the photograph | |
| Sweet Anne of mercy | |
| And Sylvia Plath | |
| For a thousand words | |
| They for a life sentence | |
| If we lined up all the girls | |
| Who died in vain | |
| We could walk on their heads | |
| To hell and back again | |
| But I got the big book | |
| And antidepressants | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a phantom fantasy | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Come to me | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a toy with batteries | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a rescue remedy | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Come to me |
| zuò cí : Colvin, Leventhal | |
| S. Colvin J. Leventhal | |
| Jump into the night | |
| Gas up and downshift | |
| Cruise up the coast | |
| On the FM drift | |
| It' s a crazy world | |
| On the head of a pin | |
| Some other time | |
| Some other star | |
| I might' ve cried but now | |
| You only need to look so far | |
| As the smile on my face | |
| To see the shape I' m in | |
| Try love in a bottle | |
| Try love in a box | |
| Play it all night long | |
| Dance ' til you drop | |
| And it sure got soul | |
| It' s not flesh and blood | |
| I tried looking for love | |
| But I guess it' s true | |
| You don' t look for love | |
| It' s gonna look for you | |
| Well you found me, honey | |
| And you sound so good | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a dream | |
| Or make believe | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Come to me | |
| Now we see the women | |
| In the photograph | |
| Sweet Anne of mercy | |
| And Sylvia Plath | |
| For a thousand words | |
| They for a life sentence | |
| If we lined up all the girls | |
| Who died in vain | |
| We could walk on their heads | |
| To hell and back again | |
| But I got the big book | |
| And antidepressants | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a phantom fantasy | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Come to me | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a toy with batteries | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Not a rescue remedy | |
| You' re the object | |
| Of my affection | |
| Come to me |