| Song | Stuff Like That There |
| Artist | Bette Midler |
| Album | For the Boys |
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| 作词 : | |
| Here she is, direct from the convent | |
| Miss. Dixie | |
| LeonardI was alone on a shelf in a world by myself | |
| Oh, where could my prince charming be? | |
| But a man came along, made my life like a song | |
| And taught me these words of ecstasy, tenderly | |
| I want some huggin' and some squeezin' | |
| And some muggin', and some teasin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I want some pettin' and some spoonin' | |
| And some happy honeymoonin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I used to think that love was just a lot o' rubbish | |
| A mess o' cabbage, a mess o' cabbage | |
| But now my attitude is wholly lovey dovish | |
| And baby, you, you've done it | |
| I want some kissin' and some hopin' | |
| And some missin', and some mopin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I want some leapin' and some chasin' | |
| And some weepin', and some pacin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| And when I get a certain feelin' | |
| I confess it | |
| There's really only one expression to express it | |
| I want some huggin' and some squeezin' | |
| And some muggin', and some teasin' | |
| And some leapin', and some chasin' | |
| And some weepin', and some pacin' | |
| And some stuff, | |
| I want some stuff like that there | |
| I used to think romance was bunk | |
| A double mickey for the ickey | |
| But all at once my heart was sunk | |
| And baby, you, you've done it | |
| I want some kissin' and some hopin' | |
| And some missin', and some mopin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I want some leapin' and some chasin' | |
| And some weepin', and some pacin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| And when I get a certain feelin' | |
| I confess it | |
| There's really only one expression to express it | |
| I want some huggin', squeezin' | |
| Muggin', teasin' and some stuff | |
| Stuff like that there, ooh |
| zuo ci : | |
| Here she is, direct from the convent | |
| Miss. Dixie | |
| LeonardI was alone on a shelf in a world by myself | |
| Oh, where could my prince charming be? | |
| But a man came along, made my life like a song | |
| And taught me these words of ecstasy, tenderly | |
| I want some huggin' and some squeezin' | |
| And some muggin', and some teasin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I want some pettin' and some spoonin' | |
| And some happy honeymoonin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I used to think that love was just a lot o' rubbish | |
| A mess o' cabbage, a mess o' cabbage | |
| But now my attitude is wholly lovey dovish | |
| And baby, you, you' ve done it | |
| I want some kissin' and some hopin' | |
| And some missin', and some mopin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I want some leapin' and some chasin' | |
| And some weepin', and some pacin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| And when I get a certain feelin' | |
| I confess it | |
| There' s really only one expression to express it | |
| I want some huggin' and some squeezin' | |
| And some muggin', and some teasin' | |
| And some leapin', and some chasin' | |
| And some weepin', and some pacin' | |
| And some stuff, | |
| I want some stuff like that there | |
| I used to think romance was bunk | |
| A double mickey for the ickey | |
| But all at once my heart was sunk | |
| And baby, you, you' ve done it | |
| I want some kissin' and some hopin' | |
| And some missin', and some mopin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I want some leapin' and some chasin' | |
| And some weepin', and some pacin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| And when I get a certain feelin' | |
| I confess it | |
| There' s really only one expression to express it | |
| I want some huggin', squeezin' | |
| Muggin', teasin' and some stuff | |
| Stuff like that there, ooh |
| zuò cí : | |
| Here she is, direct from the convent | |
| Miss. Dixie | |
| LeonardI was alone on a shelf in a world by myself | |
| Oh, where could my prince charming be? | |
| But a man came along, made my life like a song | |
| And taught me these words of ecstasy, tenderly | |
| I want some huggin' and some squeezin' | |
| And some muggin', and some teasin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I want some pettin' and some spoonin' | |
| And some happy honeymoonin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I used to think that love was just a lot o' rubbish | |
| A mess o' cabbage, a mess o' cabbage | |
| But now my attitude is wholly lovey dovish | |
| And baby, you, you' ve done it | |
| I want some kissin' and some hopin' | |
| And some missin', and some mopin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I want some leapin' and some chasin' | |
| And some weepin', and some pacin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| And when I get a certain feelin' | |
| I confess it | |
| There' s really only one expression to express it | |
| I want some huggin' and some squeezin' | |
| And some muggin', and some teasin' | |
| And some leapin', and some chasin' | |
| And some weepin', and some pacin' | |
| And some stuff, | |
| I want some stuff like that there | |
| I used to think romance was bunk | |
| A double mickey for the ickey | |
| But all at once my heart was sunk | |
| And baby, you, you' ve done it | |
| I want some kissin' and some hopin' | |
| And some missin', and some mopin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| I want some leapin' and some chasin' | |
| And some weepin', and some pacin' | |
| And some stuff like that there | |
| And when I get a certain feelin' | |
| I confess it | |
| There' s really only one expression to express it | |
| I want some huggin', squeezin' | |
| Muggin', teasin' and some stuff | |
| Stuff like that there, ooh |