Song | Roll Away Bed |
Artist | Ellis Paul |
Album | Ellis Paul Essentials |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Paul | |
Wake up Gracie | |
You're stealing the covers again | |
It's 4 in the morning | |
December's outside creeping in | |
Now 1000 times over I love you | |
1001 now it's said | |
But if I want to sleep I've got to find you | |
Your very own rollaway bed | |
Now I'm a night person | |
Come home late from playing the bars | |
You're tossing and turning | |
Spinning like Saturn and Mars | |
At 8 in the morning you wake me | |
With your coffee, your jam, and your bread | |
You'd be less likely to burn me | |
In your very own rollaway bed | |
Saturday we wake up | |
We're driving round town | |
Trying to find the perfect bed | |
You fall on the mattress | |
You faint like an actress | |
The salesmen are all turning red | |
Move over Gracie | |
I can't face sleeping alone | |
Without all that tossin' | |
It don't even feel like I'm home | |
Now 1000 times over I love you | |
1002 now it's said | |
Baby I don't mean to wake you | |
But is there room in the rollaway bed? |
zuo qu : Paul | |
Wake up Gracie | |
You' re stealing the covers again | |
It' s 4 in the morning | |
December' s outside creeping in | |
Now 1000 times over I love you | |
1001 now it' s said | |
But if I want to sleep I' ve got to find you | |
Your very own rollaway bed | |
Now I' m a night person | |
Come home late from playing the bars | |
You' re tossing and turning | |
Spinning like Saturn and Mars | |
At 8 in the morning you wake me | |
With your coffee, your jam, and your bread | |
You' d be less likely to burn me | |
In your very own rollaway bed | |
Saturday we wake up | |
We' re driving round town | |
Trying to find the perfect bed | |
You fall on the mattress | |
You faint like an actress | |
The salesmen are all turning red | |
Move over Gracie | |
I can' t face sleeping alone | |
Without all that tossin' | |
It don' t even feel like I' m home | |
Now 1000 times over I love you | |
1002 now it' s said | |
Baby I don' t mean to wake you | |
But is there room in the rollaway bed? |
zuò qǔ : Paul | |
Wake up Gracie | |
You' re stealing the covers again | |
It' s 4 in the morning | |
December' s outside creeping in | |
Now 1000 times over I love you | |
1001 now it' s said | |
But if I want to sleep I' ve got to find you | |
Your very own rollaway bed | |
Now I' m a night person | |
Come home late from playing the bars | |
You' re tossing and turning | |
Spinning like Saturn and Mars | |
At 8 in the morning you wake me | |
With your coffee, your jam, and your bread | |
You' d be less likely to burn me | |
In your very own rollaway bed | |
Saturday we wake up | |
We' re driving round town | |
Trying to find the perfect bed | |
You fall on the mattress | |
You faint like an actress | |
The salesmen are all turning red | |
Move over Gracie | |
I can' t face sleeping alone | |
Without all that tossin' | |
It don' t even feel like I' m home | |
Now 1000 times over I love you | |
1002 now it' s said | |
Baby I don' t mean to wake you | |
But is there room in the rollaway bed? |