| Song | It Never Entered My Mind |
| Artist | Chris Botti |
| Album | Italia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hart, Rodgers | |
| I don't care if there's powder on my nose | |
| I don't care if my hair-do is in place | |
| I've lost the very meaning of repose | |
| I never put a mudpack on my face | |
| Oh who'd have thought that I walk in a daze now | |
| I never go to shows at night but just to matinees now | |
| I see the show, and home I go | |
| Once I laughed when I heard you saying | |
| That I'd be playing solitaire | |
| Uneasy in my easy chair | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| Once you told me I was mistaken | |
| That I'd awaken with the sun | |
| And order orange juice for one | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| You have what I lack myself | |
| And now I even have to scratch my back myself | |
| Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
| I'd sing the maiden's prayer again | |
| And wish that you were there again | |
| To get into my hair again | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
| I'd sing the maiden's prayer again | |
| And wish that you were there again | |
| To get into my hair again | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| It never entered my mind |
| zuo ci : Hart, Rodgers | |
| I don' t care if there' s powder on my nose | |
| I don' t care if my hairdo is in place | |
| I' ve lost the very meaning of repose | |
| I never put a mudpack on my face | |
| Oh who' d have thought that I walk in a daze now | |
| I never go to shows at night but just to matinees now | |
| I see the show, and home I go | |
| Once I laughed when I heard you saying | |
| That I' d be playing solitaire | |
| Uneasy in my easy chair | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| Once you told me I was mistaken | |
| That I' d awaken with the sun | |
| And order orange juice for one | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| You have what I lack myself | |
| And now I even have to scratch my back myself | |
| Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
| I' d sing the maiden' s prayer again | |
| And wish that you were there again | |
| To get into my hair again | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
| I' d sing the maiden' s prayer again | |
| And wish that you were there again | |
| To get into my hair again | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| It never entered my mind |
| zuò cí : Hart, Rodgers | |
| I don' t care if there' s powder on my nose | |
| I don' t care if my hairdo is in place | |
| I' ve lost the very meaning of repose | |
| I never put a mudpack on my face | |
| Oh who' d have thought that I walk in a daze now | |
| I never go to shows at night but just to matinees now | |
| I see the show, and home I go | |
| Once I laughed when I heard you saying | |
| That I' d be playing solitaire | |
| Uneasy in my easy chair | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| Once you told me I was mistaken | |
| That I' d awaken with the sun | |
| And order orange juice for one | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| You have what I lack myself | |
| And now I even have to scratch my back myself | |
| Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
| I' d sing the maiden' s prayer again | |
| And wish that you were there again | |
| To get into my hair again | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| Once you warned me that if you scorned me | |
| I' d sing the maiden' s prayer again | |
| And wish that you were there again | |
| To get into my hair again | |
| It never entered my mind | |
| It never entered my mind |