Song | Twenty Million Things |
Artist | Robert Palmer |
Album | Rhythm & Blues |
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作词 : George, Levy | |
If it's fix a fence, | |
Fender dents, | |
I've got lots of experience. | |
Rent gets spent, and all the letters, | |
Never written, that | |
I don't get sent. | |
It comes from confusion; | |
All the things | |
I left undone. | |
It comes from moment to moment, day to day, and time seems to slip away. | |
But I got twenty million things to do, twenty million things. | |
All I can think about is you. | |
With twenty million things, twenty million things to do. | |
I got mysterious wysterias, hanging in the air. | |
The rocking chair | |
I supposed to fix, well it came undid. | |
And the things that | |
I let slip, | |
I found out quick: | |
Comes from moment to moment, day to day, and time seems to slip away. | |
But I got twenty million things to do, twenty million things. | |
All I can do, is think about you. | |
With twenty million, twenty million things to do... |
zuo ci : George, Levy | |
If it' s fix a fence, | |
Fender dents, | |
I' ve got lots of experience. | |
Rent gets spent, and all the letters, | |
Never written, that | |
I don' t get sent. | |
It comes from confusion | |
All the things | |
I left undone. | |
It comes from moment to moment, day to day, and time seems to slip away. | |
But I got twenty million things to do, twenty million things. | |
All I can think about is you. | |
With twenty million things, twenty million things to do. | |
I got mysterious wysterias, hanging in the air. | |
The rocking chair | |
I supposed to fix, well it came undid. | |
And the things that | |
I let slip, | |
I found out quick: | |
Comes from moment to moment, day to day, and time seems to slip away. | |
But I got twenty million things to do, twenty million things. | |
All I can do, is think about you. | |
With twenty million, twenty million things to do... |
zuò cí : George, Levy | |
If it' s fix a fence, | |
Fender dents, | |
I' ve got lots of experience. | |
Rent gets spent, and all the letters, | |
Never written, that | |
I don' t get sent. | |
It comes from confusion | |
All the things | |
I left undone. | |
It comes from moment to moment, day to day, and time seems to slip away. | |
But I got twenty million things to do, twenty million things. | |
All I can think about is you. | |
With twenty million things, twenty million things to do. | |
I got mysterious wysterias, hanging in the air. | |
The rocking chair | |
I supposed to fix, well it came undid. | |
And the things that | |
I let slip, | |
I found out quick: | |
Comes from moment to moment, day to day, and time seems to slip away. | |
But I got twenty million things to do, twenty million things. | |
All I can do, is think about you. | |
With twenty million, twenty million things to do... |