Song | All Would Envy |
Artist | CHRIS BOTTI & SHAWN COLVIN |
Album | Smooth Jazz Cafe Vol. 1-9 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Old enough to be her dad | |
But the young men were just mad | |
they nursed their grievances | |
And she was flattered by his charm | |
It wouldn't do her any harm they all had their chances | |
He sent her flowers and limousines | |
She was treated like a queen | |
Anything she ever wanted | |
It was no problem for a man like him | |
And everyone expected soon | |
That she could ask him for the moon | |
If she would wear his ring | |
Knowing glances from his friends | |
In the homes at the weekends of high society | |
But he didn't give a damn | |
He never felt more like a man | |
And all the time the clock was ticking | |
And all would envy | |
the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
Yes, all would envy | |
In a house upon a hill | |
She was there with time to kill | |
She lived a life she'd only dreamed | |
The life was never what it seemed | |
To all her friends that she'd ignored | |
She denied she was bored | |
She had no time for dancing, no time for dancing | |
But the clock upon the wall | |
That was ticking in the hall | |
Always reminded her | |
That life was going on as well | |
But she was happy and she would swear | |
she wouldn't change a thing | |
And all would envy | |
the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
Yes, all would envy | |
Now it's 5 o'clock am | |
She must have spent the night again | |
with that old friend of hers | |
She loves to dance | |
She's missing more and more these days | |
But he's still stuck in his old ways | |
Perhaps she needs a little more romance | |
But the clock upon the wall is still ticking in the hall | |
She must be home soon… soon | |
Where a younger man would weep | |
He takes a pill and goes to sleep | |
Now who would envy | |
the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
Who would envy? | |
Who would envy? |
Old enough to be her dad | |
But the young men were just mad | |
they nursed their grievances | |
And she was flattered by his charm | |
It wouldn' t do her any harm they all had their chances | |
He sent her flowers and limousines | |
She was treated like a queen | |
Anything she ever wanted | |
It was no problem for a man like him | |
And everyone expected soon | |
That she could ask him for the moon | |
If she would wear his ring | |
Knowing glances from his friends | |
In the homes at the weekends of high society | |
But he didn' t give a damn | |
He never felt more like a man | |
And all the time the clock was ticking | |
And all would envy | |
the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
Yes, all would envy | |
In a house upon a hill | |
She was there with time to kill | |
She lived a life she' d only dreamed | |
The life was never what it seemed | |
To all her friends that she' d ignored | |
She denied she was bored | |
She had no time for dancing, no time for dancing | |
But the clock upon the wall | |
That was ticking in the hall | |
Always reminded her | |
That life was going on as well | |
But she was happy and she would swear | |
she wouldn' t change a thing | |
And all would envy | |
the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
Yes, all would envy | |
Now it' s 5 o' clock am | |
She must have spent the night again | |
with that old friend of hers | |
She loves to dance | |
She' s missing more and more these days | |
But he' s still stuck in his old ways | |
Perhaps she needs a little more romance | |
But the clock upon the wall is still ticking in the hall | |
She must be home soon soon | |
Where a younger man would weep | |
He takes a pill and goes to sleep | |
Now who would envy | |
the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
Who would envy? | |
Who would envy? |
Old enough to be her dad | |
But the young men were just mad | |
they nursed their grievances | |
And she was flattered by his charm | |
It wouldn' t do her any harm they all had their chances | |
He sent her flowers and limousines | |
She was treated like a queen | |
Anything she ever wanted | |
It was no problem for a man like him | |
And everyone expected soon | |
That she could ask him for the moon | |
If she would wear his ring | |
Knowing glances from his friends | |
In the homes at the weekends of high society | |
But he didn' t give a damn | |
He never felt more like a man | |
And all the time the clock was ticking | |
And all would envy | |
the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
Yes, all would envy | |
In a house upon a hill | |
She was there with time to kill | |
She lived a life she' d only dreamed | |
The life was never what it seemed | |
To all her friends that she' d ignored | |
She denied she was bored | |
She had no time for dancing, no time for dancing | |
But the clock upon the wall | |
That was ticking in the hall | |
Always reminded her | |
That life was going on as well | |
But she was happy and she would swear | |
she wouldn' t change a thing | |
And all would envy | |
the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
Yes, all would envy | |
Now it' s 5 o' clock am | |
She must have spent the night again | |
with that old friend of hers | |
She loves to dance | |
She' s missing more and more these days | |
But he' s still stuck in his old ways | |
Perhaps she needs a little more romance | |
But the clock upon the wall is still ticking in the hall | |
She must be home soon soon | |
Where a younger man would weep | |
He takes a pill and goes to sleep | |
Now who would envy | |
the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
Who would envy? | |
Who would envy? |