| Song | When Smokey Sings - Edit |
| Artist | ABC |
| Album | The Look Of Love - The Very Best Of ABC |
| 作曲 : Martin Fry & Mark White | |
| 作词 : Martin Fry, Mark White | |
| Debonair lullabies | |
| In melodies revealed | |
| In deep despair on lonely nights | |
| He knows just how you feel | |
| The slyest rhymes, the sharpest suits | |
| In miracles made real | |
| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
| You know you're right just to hold her tight | |
| He soothes it right, makes it out of sight | |
| And everything's good in the world tonight | |
| When Smokey sings, I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings, I forget everything | |
| As she's packing her things | |
| As she's spreading her wings | |
| The front door might slam | |
| But the back door it rings | |
| And Smokey sings, he sings | |
| Elegance in eloquence | |
| For sale or rent or hire | |
| Should I say yes and match his best | |
| Then I would be a liar | |
| Symphonies that soothe the rage | |
| When lovers' hearts catch fire | |
| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
| You know you're right just to hold her tight | |
| He soothes it right, makes it out of sight | |
| And everything's good in the world tonight | |
| When Smokey sings, I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings, I forget everything | |
| As she's packing her things | |
| As she's spreading her wings | |
| Smashing the hell | |
| With the heaven she brings | |
| Then Smokey sings, he sings | |
| (Would it be true to say) | |
| Luther croons | |
| Sly's the original originator | |
| James screams | |
| Marvin was the only innovator | |
| But nothing can compare | |
| Nothing can compare | |
| When Smokey sings | |
| When Smokey sings, I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings, I forget everything | |
| As she's packing her things | |
| As she's spreading her wings | |
| She threw back the ring | |
| When Smokey sings | |
| Smokey sings | |
| Smokey sings |
| zuò qǔ : Martin Fry Mark White | |
| zuò cí : Martin Fry, Mark White | |
| Debonair lullabies | |
| In melodies revealed | |
| In deep despair on lonely nights | |
| He knows just how you feel | |
| The slyest rhymes, the sharpest suits | |
| In miracles made real | |
| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
| You know you' re right just to hold her tight | |
| He soothes it right, makes it out of sight | |
| And everything' s good in the world tonight | |
| When Smokey sings, I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings, I forget everything | |
| As she' s packing her things | |
| As she' s spreading her wings | |
| The front door might slam | |
| But the back door it rings | |
| And Smokey sings, he sings | |
| Elegance in eloquence | |
| For sale or rent or hire | |
| Should I say yes and match his best | |
| Then I would be a liar | |
| Symphonies that soothe the rage | |
| When lovers' hearts catch fire | |
| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night | |
| You know you' re right just to hold her tight | |
| He soothes it right, makes it out of sight | |
| And everything' s good in the world tonight | |
| When Smokey sings, I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings, I forget everything | |
| As she' s packing her things | |
| As she' s spreading her wings | |
| Smashing the hell | |
| With the heaven she brings | |
| Then Smokey sings, he sings | |
| Would it be true to say | |
| Luther croons | |
| Sly' s the original originator | |
| James screams | |
| Marvin was the only innovator | |
| But nothing can compare | |
| Nothing can compare | |
| When Smokey sings | |
| When Smokey sings, I hear violins | |
| When Smokey sings, I forget everything | |
| As she' s packing her things | |
| As she' s spreading her wings | |
| She threw back the ring | |
| When Smokey sings | |
| Smokey sings | |
| Smokey sings |