| Song | Lamp At Midnite |
| Artist | Corey Hart |
| Album | First Offense |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hart | |
| You take my heart like a bow and arrow | |
| And shoot it at me | |
| I know I walk the tight rope when it's narrow | |
| To earn my degree | |
| I know Now | |
| I'm the last boy at the playground | |
| Who's laughin' at me - | |
| I know, I know, | |
| I know And through the corridor | |
| I follow you | |
| And the chaos trips my mind | |
| Now I write you short stories | |
| Just to say we're gonna love each other all the way | |
| Well I know you're not the talkin' kind | |
| And if you really want to know me (Oh, you know) | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| Said I really want to know you (Oh, you know) | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| In a red school house where | |
| I see you | |
| In the morning light - | |
| I know Send me sailin' to pick you flowers | |
| From the isle of white - | |
| You know, you know, you know | |
| Take my eyes to the pages | |
| Where I draw pictures of your name | |
| Now I speak in dialects | |
| Just to say (We're gonna love each other all the way) | |
| You're not the kind of girl that plays the game | |
| And if you really want to know me (Oh, you know) | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| Said I really want to know you (Oh, you know) | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| And to really understand me (Oh, you know) | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite, nite, nite, nite | |
| And through the corridor | |
| I follow you | |
| And the chaos trips my mind | |
| Now I write you short stories | |
| Just to say (We're gonna love each other all the way) | |
| But I know you're not the talkin' kind, kind | |
| And if you really want to know me (Oh, you know) | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| Said I really want to know you (Oh, you know) | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| And to really understand me, oh you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| I said I really want to know you, oh you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite yeah (Da, Della) continued until the end of the song. |
| zuo ci : Hart | |
| You take my heart like a bow and arrow | |
| And shoot it at me | |
| I know I walk the tight rope when it' s narrow | |
| To earn my degree | |
| I know Now | |
| I' m the last boy at the playground | |
| Who' s laughin' at me | |
| I know, I know, | |
| I know And through the corridor | |
| I follow you | |
| And the chaos trips my mind | |
| Now I write you short stories | |
| Just to say we' re gonna love each other all the way | |
| Well I know you' re not the talkin' kind | |
| And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| In a red school house where | |
| I see you | |
| In the morning light | |
| I know Send me sailin' to pick you flowers | |
| From the isle of white | |
| You know, you know, you know | |
| Take my eyes to the pages | |
| Where I draw pictures of your name | |
| Now I speak in dialects | |
| Just to say We' re gonna love each other all the way | |
| You' re not the kind of girl that plays the game | |
| And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| And to really understand me Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite, nite, nite, nite | |
| And through the corridor | |
| I follow you | |
| And the chaos trips my mind | |
| Now I write you short stories | |
| Just to say We' re gonna love each other all the way | |
| But I know you' re not the talkin' kind, kind | |
| And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| And to really understand me, oh you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| I said I really want to know you, oh you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite yeah Da, Della continued until the end of the song. |
| zuò cí : Hart | |
| You take my heart like a bow and arrow | |
| And shoot it at me | |
| I know I walk the tight rope when it' s narrow | |
| To earn my degree | |
| I know Now | |
| I' m the last boy at the playground | |
| Who' s laughin' at me | |
| I know, I know, | |
| I know And through the corridor | |
| I follow you | |
| And the chaos trips my mind | |
| Now I write you short stories | |
| Just to say we' re gonna love each other all the way | |
| Well I know you' re not the talkin' kind | |
| And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| In a red school house where | |
| I see you | |
| In the morning light | |
| I know Send me sailin' to pick you flowers | |
| From the isle of white | |
| You know, you know, you know | |
| Take my eyes to the pages | |
| Where I draw pictures of your name | |
| Now I speak in dialects | |
| Just to say We' re gonna love each other all the way | |
| You' re not the kind of girl that plays the game | |
| And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| And to really understand me Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite, nite, nite, nite | |
| And through the corridor | |
| I follow you | |
| And the chaos trips my mind | |
| Now I write you short stories | |
| Just to say We' re gonna love each other all the way | |
| But I know you' re not the talkin' kind, kind | |
| And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| And to really understand me, oh you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite | |
| I said I really want to know you, oh you know | |
| Burn a lamp at midnite yeah Da, Della continued until the end of the song. |