| Song | I'm Afraid This Must Be Love |
| Artist | Linda Eder |
| Album | It's Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Murphy, Wildhorn | |
| I like New York dear - You love L.A. | |
| We've got nothing in common....they say | |
| Oh, what a pair | |
| It's like Rogers without Astaire | |
| But when we're dancing | |
| It's just more than I can bear | |
| First I hear those violins | |
| And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
| Then I fly to the stars up above | |
| So I'm afraid this must be love | |
| You like the sun, dear - I prefer snow | |
| We're like fire and water...I know | |
| Isn't it strange? | |
| With so much we could rearrange | |
| I pray there's one thing | |
| That we never, ever change | |
| Cause I hear those violins | |
| And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
| Then I fly to the stars up above | |
| And I'm afraid this must be love | |
| We might never agree, dear | |
| But between you and me, dear | |
| Who cares? | |
| Cause rain or shine or | |
| Any old kind of weather | |
| We have something together | |
| We share | |
| So let's hear those violins | |
| Let the world break out in silly grins | |
| Then let's fly to the stars up above | |
| Cause when all is said and done | |
| I know you're the only one | |
| So I'm afraid this must be love |
| zuo qu : Murphy, Wildhorn | |
| I like New York dear You love L. A. | |
| We' ve got nothing in common.... they say | |
| Oh, what a pair | |
| It' s like Rogers without Astaire | |
| But when we' re dancing | |
| It' s just more than I can bear | |
| First I hear those violins | |
| And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
| Then I fly to the stars up above | |
| So I' m afraid this must be love | |
| You like the sun, dear I prefer snow | |
| We' re like fire and water... I know | |
| Isn' t it strange? | |
| With so much we could rearrange | |
| I pray there' s one thing | |
| That we never, ever change | |
| Cause I hear those violins | |
| And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
| Then I fly to the stars up above | |
| And I' m afraid this must be love | |
| We might never agree, dear | |
| But between you and me, dear | |
| Who cares? | |
| Cause rain or shine or | |
| Any old kind of weather | |
| We have something together | |
| We share | |
| So let' s hear those violins | |
| Let the world break out in silly grins | |
| Then let' s fly to the stars up above | |
| Cause when all is said and done | |
| I know you' re the only one | |
| So I' m afraid this must be love |
| zuò qǔ : Murphy, Wildhorn | |
| I like New York dear You love L. A. | |
| We' ve got nothing in common.... they say | |
| Oh, what a pair | |
| It' s like Rogers without Astaire | |
| But when we' re dancing | |
| It' s just more than I can bear | |
| First I hear those violins | |
| And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
| Then I fly to the stars up above | |
| So I' m afraid this must be love | |
| You like the sun, dear I prefer snow | |
| We' re like fire and water... I know | |
| Isn' t it strange? | |
| With so much we could rearrange | |
| I pray there' s one thing | |
| That we never, ever change | |
| Cause I hear those violins | |
| And the world breaks out in silly grins | |
| Then I fly to the stars up above | |
| And I' m afraid this must be love | |
| We might never agree, dear | |
| But between you and me, dear | |
| Who cares? | |
| Cause rain or shine or | |
| Any old kind of weather | |
| We have something together | |
| We share | |
| So let' s hear those violins | |
| Let the world break out in silly grins | |
| Then let' s fly to the stars up above | |
| Cause when all is said and done | |
| I know you' re the only one | |
| So I' m afraid this must be love |