| 作词 : Sophie Durdant-Hollamby | |
| 作曲 : Sophie Durdant-Hollamby | |
| He's a child at heart | |
| He's a dad at home | |
| He's a man at work | |
| But when he's alone | |
| He'll paint his lips | |
| A ruby red | |
| And he'll stay out late | |
| And be her instead | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| He always felt | |
| He just blended in | |
| In his suit and tie | |
| But when she walks in | |
| The room lights up | |
| They want to kiss her hand | |
| They'll treat her like | |
| No other man | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| At dawn's first light | |
| He will come back home | |
| Crawling into bed | |
| Hoping she won't know | |
| The beauty of his | |
| Second life | |
| Is hidden from | |
| His loving wife | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Would they understand | |
| Would they take her hand | |
| And love her too | |
| Could they let her in | |
| Or would they just see him | |
| And wish they never knew | |
| He's a child at heart | |
| He's a dad at home | |
| He's a man at work | |
| But when he's alone | |
| He'll paint his lips | |
| A ruby red | |
| And he'll stay out late | |
| And be her instead | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her |
| zuo ci : Sophie Durdant-Hollamby | |
| zuo qu : Sophie Durdant-Hollamby | |
| He' s a child at heart | |
| He' s a dad at home | |
| He' s a man at work | |
| But when he' s alone | |
| He' ll paint his lips | |
| A ruby red | |
| And he' ll stay out late | |
| And be her instead | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| He always felt | |
| He just blended in | |
| In his suit and tie | |
| But when she walks in | |
| The room lights up | |
| They want to kiss her hand | |
| They' ll treat her like | |
| No other man | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| At dawn' s first light | |
| He will come back home | |
| Crawling into bed | |
| Hoping she won' t know | |
| The beauty of his | |
| Second life | |
| Is hidden from | |
| His loving wife | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Would they understand | |
| Would they take her hand | |
| And love her too | |
| Could they let her in | |
| Or would they just see him | |
| And wish they never knew | |
| He' s a child at heart | |
| He' s a dad at home | |
| He' s a man at work | |
| But when he' s alone | |
| He' ll paint his lips | |
| A ruby red | |
| And he' ll stay out late | |
| And be her instead | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her |
| zuò cí : Sophie Durdant-Hollamby | |
| zuò qǔ : Sophie Durdant-Hollamby | |
| He' s a child at heart | |
| He' s a dad at home | |
| He' s a man at work | |
| But when he' s alone | |
| He' ll paint his lips | |
| A ruby red | |
| And he' ll stay out late | |
| And be her instead | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| He always felt | |
| He just blended in | |
| In his suit and tie | |
| But when she walks in | |
| The room lights up | |
| They want to kiss her hand | |
| They' ll treat her like | |
| No other man | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| At dawn' s first light | |
| He will come back home | |
| Crawling into bed | |
| Hoping she won' t know | |
| The beauty of his | |
| Second life | |
| Is hidden from | |
| His loving wife | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Would they understand | |
| Would they take her hand | |
| And love her too | |
| Could they let her in | |
| Or would they just see him | |
| And wish they never knew | |
| He' s a child at heart | |
| He' s a dad at home | |
| He' s a man at work | |
| But when he' s alone | |
| He' ll paint his lips | |
| A ruby red | |
| And he' ll stay out late | |
| And be her instead | |
| Her, her, her, her | |
| Her, her, her, her |