| Song | Chaser for the Blues |
| Artist | Lee Aaron |
| Album | Slick Chick |
| 作曲 : Aaron, Everall, Milliken | |
| Dry martini.. on the wetbar... | |
| I sip an' wonder.. where you are... | |
| Are you.. alone.. tonight.. | |
| Or is someone.. adoring you... | |
| Another cocktail's.. comin' my way | |
| I wish tomorrow, would come.. some other day... | |
| But tonight... just to get through... | |
| Ta start me, thinkin' 'bout forgettin' you... | |
| Hey buddy, give me a chaser for the blues...... | |
| Sweet cigarillos, and cheap perfume... | |
| Fill up this otherwise, half-empty room | |
| In a gin and vermouth haze.. | |
| I find myself slippin' away.. | |
| Haunted by the memories.... | |
| The tenderness, of your kiss | |
| Is the one thing that I, I really miss | |
| And the last thing... that I wanna do... | |
| Is to be here, thinkin' 'bout forgettin' you | |
| Hey buddy, give me a chaser for the blues...... | |
| Mama said it was my daddy's crutch | |
| But sometimes a bourbon, can be virtuous... | |
| And this ain't the first time, I know he'd understand | |
| It won't be the last time, I wash away a man.... | |
| I sit alone here, with my new friend | |
| Ah he don't talk much, but 'e listens on and... | |
| And people carry... on, lovers dance to my sad song | |
| And I am just invisible.... | |
| Dry martini.. on the wetbar.. | |
| I sit here knowin', that wherever you are... | |
| Your heart... is shiny an' new... | |
| While my heart.. is still, the eternal ingénue.... | |
| Hey buddy.., give me a chaser for.. the blues...... | |
| A chaser for the blues...... | |
| ha-hi-ha-ho.. | |
| So I can leave this smoky room... | |
| Forgettin' to think... | |
| About | |
| You......... |
| zuò qǔ : Aaron, Everall, Milliken | |
| Dry martini.. on the wetbar... | |
| I sip an' wonder.. where you are... | |
| Are you.. alone.. tonight.. | |
| Or is someone.. adoring you... | |
| Another cocktail' s.. comin' my way | |
| I wish tomorrow, would come.. some other day... | |
| But tonight... just to get through... | |
| Ta start me, thinkin' ' bout forgettin' you... | |
| Hey buddy, give me a chaser for the blues...... | |
| Sweet cigarillos, and cheap perfume... | |
| Fill up this otherwise, halfempty room | |
| In a gin and vermouth haze.. | |
| I find myself slippin' away.. | |
| Haunted by the memories.... | |
| The tenderness, of your kiss | |
| Is the one thing that I, I really miss | |
| And the last thing... that I wanna do... | |
| Is to be here, thinkin' ' bout forgettin' you | |
| Hey buddy, give me a chaser for the blues...... | |
| Mama said it was my daddy' s crutch | |
| But sometimes a bourbon, can be virtuous... | |
| And this ain' t the first time, I know he' d understand | |
| It won' t be the last time, I wash away a man.... | |
| I sit alone here, with my new friend | |
| Ah he don' t talk much, but ' e listens on and... | |
| And people carry... on, lovers dance to my sad song | |
| And I am just invisible.... | |
| Dry martini.. on the wetbar.. | |
| I sit here knowin', that wherever you are... | |
| Your heart... is shiny an' new... | |
| While my heart.. is still, the eternal ingé nue.... | |
| Hey buddy.., give me a chaser for.. the blues...... | |
| A chaser for the blues...... | |
| hahihaho.. | |
| So I can leave this smoky room... | |
| Forgettin' to think... | |
| About | |
| You......... |