Sitting In My Tree Lyrics
| Song | Sitting In My Tree |
| Artist | The Idle Race |
| Album | Back To The Story |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lynne | |
| I often sit alone up in a tree | |
| Waving to the ones that wave at me | |
| I think well just how stupid can they be | |
| Waving to a man up in a tree | |
| What they don't know is I am counting them | |
| I even count the ladies and the men | |
| I put the numbers in my little book | |
| And only me can ever have a look | |
| All I ask is a piece of mind | |
| Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess | |
| All I want is for people to be kind | |
| And walk slower to be counted when they pass | |
| I think well just how stupid can they be | |
| Waving to a man up in a tree | |
| I know that I will have to stop my fun | |
| When I meet a girl who I can not count on | |
| Maybe marry her and happy we would be | |
| Not counting but a-sitting up a tree | |
| I put the numbers in my little book | |
| And only me can ever have a look | |
| I think well just how stupid can they be | |
| Waving to a man up in a tree |
| zuo ci : Lynne | |
| I often sit alone up in a tree | |
| Waving to the ones that wave at me | |
| I think well just how stupid can they be | |
| Waving to a man up in a tree | |
| What they don' t know is I am counting them | |
| I even count the ladies and the men | |
| I put the numbers in my little book | |
| And only me can ever have a look | |
| All I ask is a piece of mind | |
| Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess | |
| All I want is for people to be kind | |
| And walk slower to be counted when they pass | |
| I think well just how stupid can they be | |
| Waving to a man up in a tree | |
| I know that I will have to stop my fun | |
| When I meet a girl who I can not count on | |
| Maybe marry her and happy we would be | |
| Not counting but asitting up a tree | |
| I put the numbers in my little book | |
| And only me can ever have a look | |
| I think well just how stupid can they be | |
| Waving to a man up in a tree |
| zuò cí : Lynne | |
| I often sit alone up in a tree | |
| Waving to the ones that wave at me | |
| I think well just how stupid can they be | |
| Waving to a man up in a tree | |
| What they don' t know is I am counting them | |
| I even count the ladies and the men | |
| I put the numbers in my little book | |
| And only me can ever have a look | |
| All I ask is a piece of mind | |
| Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess | |
| All I want is for people to be kind | |
| And walk slower to be counted when they pass | |
| I think well just how stupid can they be | |
| Waving to a man up in a tree | |
| I know that I will have to stop my fun | |
| When I meet a girl who I can not count on | |
| Maybe marry her and happy we would be | |
| Not counting but asitting up a tree | |
| I put the numbers in my little book | |
| And only me can ever have a look | |
| I think well just how stupid can they be | |
| Waving to a man up in a tree |
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