Music World
 
Исполнители:
 
 
 
English versionSwitch to English 
Alabama




Music World  →  Тексты песен  →  A  →  Alabama  →  Дискография  →  Feels So Right

Альбом Alabama



1981
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
. . .


Wisper to me softly, breathe words upon my skin.
No one's near and listening, so please, don't say goodbye.
Just hold me close and love me, press your lips to mine.
Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm, feels so right.
Feels so right.

Lying here beside you, I hear the echos of your sighs.
Promise me you'll stay with me and keep me warm tonight.
So hold me close and love me, give my heart a smile.
Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm, feels so right.
Feels so right.

Your body feels so gentle, and my passion's rising high.
You're lovin' me so easy, your wish is my command.
Just hold me close and love me, tell me it won't end.
Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm, feels so right.

Feels so right.
Feels so right.

. . .


I once thought of love as a prison
A place I didn't want to be
So long ago I made a decision
To be footloose and fancy free
But you came and I was so tempted
To gamble on love just one time
I never thought that I would get caught
It seemed like a perfect crime

Baby, you left me defenseless
I've only got one plea
Lock me away inside of your love
And throw away the key
I'm guilty of love in the first degree

I thought it would be so simple
Like a thousand times before
I take what I wanted and just walk away
But I never made it to the door
Now babe I'm not begging for mercy
Go ahead and throw the book at me
If loving you's a crime
I know that I'm as guilty as a man can be

Baby, you left me defenseless
I've only got one plea
Lock me away inside of your love
And throw away the key
I'm guilty of love in the first degree
(Love in the first degree) Oh yeah, oh yeah

Baby, you left me defenseless
I've only got one plea
Lock me away inside of your love
And throw away the key
I'm guilty of love in the first degree

Love in the first degree oh yea
Love in the first degree
Love in the first degree oh yea
Love in the first degree
Love in the first degree
Love in the first degree

. . .


Atlanta was on fire and so was she the night he left her.
Left her there to bear her pain alone, hoping soon to return.
Burn, Georgia, burn.

The roaring of th guns filled the emptiness inside her where once she felt the pounding of her heart.
When he held her in his arms, tenderness they learned.
Burn, Georgia, burn.

He was the body, she was the soul of a love affair the couldn't control.
While the world was falling down around them, they were not concerned.
Burn, Georgia, burn.

Winter brought the snow and a rider down from Franklin with news of how the
war had taken toll and he would not return.
Burn, Georgia, burn.

He was the body, she was the soul of a love affair they couldn't control.
While her world crumbled all around her, she was not concerned.
Burn, Georgia, burn.

While strolling through her mind she stumbled on an old, familiar feeling of
how he touched her many years ago and how he made her yearn.
Burn, Georgia, burn.

. . .


Orange Blossom Special, the Wabash Cannonball, the Chattanooga ChooChoo,
this hobo's seen 'em all.
I've watched the Sante Fe lay her smoke against the sky and listen to old number three rollin' through the night.

Ride the train. Ride the train.
Anywhere I'm going I ride trains.
Sleepin' in a boxcar when it rains.
Ride the train, ride the train.

Southern Pacific, the Overland Express and up ahead the coal cars of
West Virginia's best.
And Oklahoma's Frisco, the biggest one of all.
I've listened to the Silver Steed's lonesome midnight call.

Ride the train. Ride the train.
Anywhere I'm going I ride trains.
Sleepin' in a boxcar when it rains.
Ride the train, ride the train.

Ride the train.
Trains

. . .


Fantasy, midnight and you and me.
Ecstasy, spirits running wild and free.
Take me away, away.

Outside on a blanket in the moonlight, it feels right with my arns around you tight.
Laying under heaven watching the stars okay while me and you and Mother
Nature drift away.

Fantasy, midnight and you and me.
Ecstasy, spirits running wild and free.
Take me away, away.

Fantasy, midnight and you and me.
Ecstasy, spirits running wild and free.
Fantasy, midnight and you and me.
Ecstasy, spirits running wild and free.
Take me away, away.
Take me away, away.

. . .


Atlanta, Georgia made her the Ctoon Queen.
L.A. bound she had visions of the silver screen.
But Hollywood ain't nothin' but glamor and lights to a blue-eyed blonde with stars in her eyes.
Her days are long. Lord, her nights are longer yet.
Tryin' to find a part that will make her the Queen of Sex.
She's realizin' what it's all about from too many nights upon the casting couch.

Hollywood: parties and thrills.
The mansion in her mind is somewhere is Beverly Hills.
She's been discovered too many times standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vince.

She makes her entrance now a days through the swingin' doors.
She found her stage on a hardwood barroom floor.
But it's not the bottom, just part of a long, hard fall.
Her biggest fan's the man. Tonight she'll give her all.
The dream is dyin' of her name on the marquee.
The folks back home wonder what happened ti their Queen.
The mornin' papers told it in black and white, calling it another Hollywood suicide.

Hollywood: parties and thrills.
The mansion in her mind is somewhere is Beverly Hills.
She's been discovered too many times standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vince.

. . .


I saw you star-ing at each other
I saw your eyes be-gin to glow
And I could tell you once were lov-er's
You ain't hidding nothing I don't know

There's an old flame, burning in your eyes
That tears can't drown, and make-up can't disguise
That old flame may not be stronger, but it's been burning longer
Than any spark I might have, started in your eyes

You said it ended when he left you
You say your love for him is gone
But those old memories still up set you
For I might be a memory before to long

There's an old flame, burning in your eyes
That tears can't drown, and make-up can't disguise
That old flame may not be stronger, but it's been burning longer
Than any spark I might have, started in your eyes

Cause there's an old flame, burning in your eyes

. . .


I got her in my heart and I got her in my head.
I got her in love and I got her in bed.
I got her thank for all I own.
If it wasn't for her love, I'd be all alone.

She's my woman back home that treats me right, early in the mornin' to late at night.
It doesn't really matter. Any time's all right.
Wish my woman back home was here tonight to hold me tight.

Thinkin' 'bout her now in my hotel room.
I'm wonderin' when and I'm hopin' it's soon.
I see her smile and her eyes are green.
She's the prettiest girl my eyes have ever seen.

She's my woman back home that treats me right, early in the mornin' to late at night.
It doesn't really matter. Any time's all right.
Wish my woman back home was here tonight to hold me tight.

. . .


Julianna, be mine tonight
The time has come girl and the feelings right
Love forever, not fade away
A reborn love of yesterday.

I can't believe it, this love I've found
The fever's rising I can't cool it down
And just like the South, Girl, we're gonna rise again
Sharing a love that just won't end.

Ooo, yeah all right
Be my woman love me tonight
I've got a burning love, Girl, and you feel the same
See the embers, feel the flame.

I can't believe in this love I've found
The fever's rising, I can't cool it down
And just like the South, Girl, we're gonna rise again
Sharing a love that just won't end.

Ooo, yeah all right
Be my woman love me tonight
I've got a burning love, Girl, and you feel the same
See the embers, feel the flame
See the embers, feel the flame.

Ooo yeah all right...

. . .


Sittin' here and rinkin'. Hey that's my fav'rite song.
What's that that Ihear ringin'? Would someone get the phone?
Wond'rin if she'll ever come home.
I've had no sleep, sad songs. I'm stoned.

Our love, a fadin mem'ry as I chase another down.
My eyes are gettin' heavy and my head's spinnin' 'round.
Stil wond'rin if she'll ever come home.
I've had no sleep, sad songs, I'm stoned.

Closing time, I drive for home not feelin' any pain.
Thoughts of her drift back tome through the fallin' rain.
Not caring if she ever come shome.
I've had no sleep, sad songs. I'm stoned.

I've had no sleep, sad songs. I'm stoned.

. . .


Смотри также:

комментарии публикуются при поддержке Disqus



© 2011 Music World. Все права сохранены.