LRC歌词
[ilingku:113]
[ver:v1.0]
[ti:Somewhere That's Green]
[ar:The Hit Co.]
[al:Super Songs from the Stage and Screen, Vol. 2]
[by:]
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[00:00.000]Somewhere That's Green - The Hit Co.
[00:04.410]I know Seymour's the greatest,
[00:09.400]But I'm dating a semi-sadist.
[00:15.019]So I got a black eye,
[00:17.329]And my arm's in a cast.
[00:23.149]Still that Semour's a cutie.
[00:29.329]Well, if not, he's got inner beauty.
[00:37.249]And I dream of a place,
[00:39.859]Where we can be together, at last.
[00:54.059]A matchbox of our own.
[00:58.849]A fence of real chainlink.
[01:04.189]A grill out on the patio.
[01:08.659]Disposal in the sink.
[01:12.949]A washer and a dryer,
[01:16.629]And an ironing-machine.
[01:20.869]In a tract house that we share,
[01:24.039]Somewhere that's green.
[01:37.298]He rakes and trims the grass.
[01:40.938]He loves to mow and w**d.
[01:45.088]I cook like Betty Crocker,
[01:48.908]And I look like Donna Reed.
[01:53.278]There's plastic on the furniture
[01:57.198]To keep it neat and clean.
[02:01.328]In the Pine-Sol scented air,
[02:04.578]Somewhere that's green.
[02:09.858]Between our frozen dinner,
[02:11.908]And our bed-time nine-fifteen.
[02:17.298]We snuggle watching Lucy,
[02:20.788]On a big, enormous,
[02:23.468]Twelve-inch screen.
[02:27.118]Oh, his December bride,
[02:34.778]He's father, he knows best.
[02:39.958]The kids play Howdy-Doody,
[02:44.358]As the Sun sets in the West.
[02:49.568]A picture out of Better Homes
[02:54.028]And Gardens magzine.
[03:05.118]Far from Skid Row,
[03:11.648]I dream we'll go...
[03:20.658]Somewhere that's Green.
文本歌词
Somewhere That's Green - The Hit Co.
I know Seymour's the greatest,
But I'm dating a semi-sadist.
So I got a black eye,
And my arm's in a cast.
Still that Semour's a cutie.
Well, if not, he's got inner beauty.
And I dream of a place,
Where we can be together, at last.
A matchbox of our own.
A fence of real chainlink.
A grill out on the patio.
Disposal in the sink.
A washer and a dryer,
And an ironing-machine.
In a tract house that we share,
Somewhere that's green.
He rakes and trims the grass.
He loves to mow and w**d.
I cook like Betty Crocker,
And I look like Donna Reed.
There's plastic on the furniture
To keep it neat and clean.
In the Pine-Sol scented air,
Somewhere that's green.
Between our frozen dinner,
And our bed-time nine-fifteen.
We snuggle watching Lucy,
On a big, enormous,
Twelve-inch screen.
Oh, his December bride,
He's father, he knows best.
The kids play Howdy-Doody,
As the Sun sets in the West.
A picture out of Better Homes
And Gardens magzine.
Far from Skid Row,
I dream we'll go...
Somewhere that's Green.