Testo Sunny Days - The Revivalists
Testo della canzone Sunny Days (The Revivalists), tratta dall'album The Revivalists
Woah oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, you know those sunny days
Yep, they seem to get in my way
No, I kinda like a darker haze
Ooh, to float around up in space
So bartender be kind tonight
And fill my cup to the brim
'Cause we all want to dance the night
And fill the cup
So I guess I better hold my drink real steady
'Cause the vibe in the room makin' me a little giddy
Feel the beat in the room like a O'day in the womb
Knockin' clocks off the walls when the bass goes boom
So now I'm spinning round like a dreidel in a fable
Guess it's time to catch a cab back to rock the cradle
Throw a twenty for the ride, grab my keys to go inside
Stop to feed my hound dog sleeping on his raw hide
So now I go inside being quiet as a mouse
Slip into the bed to reveal her flower blouse
She's up a high man smokin' on a bowl
She says, "Hey David, won't you get the fuck out!?"
Woah oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ya know them sunny days
Yup they seem to get in my way
No, I kinda like a darker haze
Ooh, to float around up in space
So bartender be kind tonight
And fill my cup to the brim
'Cause we all want to dance the night
And fill the cup with sin
With sin, with sin, with sin, with sin, with sin, with sin
One shot for all you lovers
Two shots for your queens
Three for my man up at NYC
Four for them girlies on the back of the bus
Five shots for the women who never gonna fuss
Six for my mom, seven for my dad
Eight for the ladies dressin' scantily clad
Nine for my boys out in PCB
And ten for my love, don't know why you love me
Woah oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ya know them sunny days
Yup they seem to get in my way
No, I kinda like a darker haze
Ooh, to float around up in space
So bartender be kind tonight
And fill my cup to the brim
'Cause we all want to dance the night
And fill the cup with sin
With sin, with sin, with sin, with sin, with sin, with sin
Right now I feel so connected to you
It don't matter what you do
You're on my mind
These blanket's oh, won't keep us warm
Then I know I'ma have to lay down in your thighs
Make me try
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Ed Williams, David William Shaw, Andrew Stephen Campanelli, Robert Ingraham, George M. Gekas, Zachary Feinberg
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