| Song | Pet Angel |
| Artist | The Geraldine Fibbers |
| Album | Butch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bozulich, Greene, Tutton | |
| The moon is so full, an owl winks just once, | |
| you offer to dance with me. | |
| You cradle my body in safety and warmth | |
| and a sweet wind blows through the trees. | |
| Step to a one and a two and a three, | |
| step to a four, five and six. | |
| Swing your little girl three times on her love | |
| and your lover picks up sticks. | |
| To you, to you, your love sticks to you, | |
| like you wished for a million times. | |
| The skies are parting, the clouds fill with rain | |
| and a lonesome church bell chimes. | |
| The rain cracks the sky like tears of joy, | |
| the rain makes mischief in her hair. | |
| Your love needs a comb, won't you please take me home | |
| for a towel and some dry things are there. | |
| I tripped in my chill, got a hand from ol' Bill, | |
| the man with the porcupine face. | |
| You grabbed my little wrist and you gave it a kiss. | |
| You said "Old Bill'd never take your place." | |
| To you, to you, straight home to you, | |
| take her to your spot on the map. | |
| Give a taste of your love and a taste of your strap, | |
| give her someone to answer to. | |
| You are my sunshine, I pull the drapes shut tight. | |
| It's curtains for you, goodbye. | |
| The cat's in the bag, the bags in the river, | |
| the river makes me cry. | |
| Your hands, my heart, what's so hard about that? | |
| Nothin 'cept I can't be your wife. | |
| I love that boy till death do us part | |
| till the evening I took his life. | |
| To you, to you, straight up to you, | |
| into your charitable hands. | |
| Take care of him Jesys, I know you'll do what's best, | |
| lay his wicked soul to rest. | |
| Take care of him, Jesus, I know you'll do what's best, | |
| lay his wicked soul to rest. |
| zuo qu : Bozulich, Greene, Tutton | |
| The moon is so full, an owl winks just once, | |
| you offer to dance with me. | |
| You cradle my body in safety and warmth | |
| and a sweet wind blows through the trees. | |
| Step to a one and a two and a three, | |
| step to a four, five and six. | |
| Swing your little girl three times on her love | |
| and your lover picks up sticks. | |
| To you, to you, your love sticks to you, | |
| like you wished for a million times. | |
| The skies are parting, the clouds fill with rain | |
| and a lonesome church bell chimes. | |
| The rain cracks the sky like tears of joy, | |
| the rain makes mischief in her hair. | |
| Your love needs a comb, won' t you please take me home | |
| for a towel and some dry things are there. | |
| I tripped in my chill, got a hand from ol' Bill, | |
| the man with the porcupine face. | |
| You grabbed my little wrist and you gave it a kiss. | |
| You said " Old Bill' d never take your place." | |
| To you, to you, straight home to you, | |
| take her to your spot on the map. | |
| Give a taste of your love and a taste of your strap, | |
| give her someone to answer to. | |
| You are my sunshine, I pull the drapes shut tight. | |
| It' s curtains for you, goodbye. | |
| The cat' s in the bag, the bags in the river, | |
| the river makes me cry. | |
| Your hands, my heart, what' s so hard about that? | |
| Nothin ' cept I can' t be your wife. | |
| I love that boy till death do us part | |
| till the evening I took his life. | |
| To you, to you, straight up to you, | |
| into your charitable hands. | |
| Take care of him Jesys, I know you' ll do what' s best, | |
| lay his wicked soul to rest. | |
| Take care of him, Jesus, I know you' ll do what' s best, | |
| lay his wicked soul to rest. |
| zuò qǔ : Bozulich, Greene, Tutton | |
| The moon is so full, an owl winks just once, | |
| you offer to dance with me. | |
| You cradle my body in safety and warmth | |
| and a sweet wind blows through the trees. | |
| Step to a one and a two and a three, | |
| step to a four, five and six. | |
| Swing your little girl three times on her love | |
| and your lover picks up sticks. | |
| To you, to you, your love sticks to you, | |
| like you wished for a million times. | |
| The skies are parting, the clouds fill with rain | |
| and a lonesome church bell chimes. | |
| The rain cracks the sky like tears of joy, | |
| the rain makes mischief in her hair. | |
| Your love needs a comb, won' t you please take me home | |
| for a towel and some dry things are there. | |
| I tripped in my chill, got a hand from ol' Bill, | |
| the man with the porcupine face. | |
| You grabbed my little wrist and you gave it a kiss. | |
| You said " Old Bill' d never take your place." | |
| To you, to you, straight home to you, | |
| take her to your spot on the map. | |
| Give a taste of your love and a taste of your strap, | |
| give her someone to answer to. | |
| You are my sunshine, I pull the drapes shut tight. | |
| It' s curtains for you, goodbye. | |
| The cat' s in the bag, the bags in the river, | |
| the river makes me cry. | |
| Your hands, my heart, what' s so hard about that? | |
| Nothin ' cept I can' t be your wife. | |
| I love that boy till death do us part | |
| till the evening I took his life. | |
| To you, to you, straight up to you, | |
| into your charitable hands. | |
| Take care of him Jesys, I know you' ll do what' s best, | |
| lay his wicked soul to rest. | |
| Take care of him, Jesus, I know you' ll do what' s best, | |
| lay his wicked soul to rest. |