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  • 作曲 : Eleni Mandell
    My eyes are the color
    Of martini olives
    I always drink two
    Never three
    My hair is plain brown
    Once I was blond
    YellowNot towheaded
    I like to drink coffee
    With one cube of sugar
    Always with cream
    And never with milk
    Only dark chocolate
    I really love summer
    I love to be warm
    I love to feel hopeful
    Under the stars
    In Audrey's backyard
    Wanting for someone
    To kiss me
    But someone would not
    And time's getting short
    The night's growing colder
    And I'm going home
    We danced and we danced
    In my old apartment
    When everyone left
    Someone slept on the couch
    I thought about love
    And how I love somebody else
    But is that enough?
    Lining up memories
    Each one a hair
    At the edge of the mirror
    I count and
    I stareI wish that the quiet would end
    With a telephone ring
    Could a friend turn
    Into a different thing?
    Laughing and laughing
    In my old apartment
    But that's not what lovers do
    They sigh and hope for the future
  • 作曲 : Eleni Mandell
    My eyes are the color
    Of martini olives
    I always drink two
    Never three
    My hair is plain brown
    Once I was blond
    YellowNot towheaded
    I like to drink coffee
    With one cube of sugar
    Always with cream
    And never with milk
    Only dark chocolate
    I really love summer
    I love to be warm
    I love to feel hopeful
    Under the stars
    In Audrey's backyard
    Wanting for someone
    To kiss me
    But someone would not
    And time's getting short
    The night's growing colder
    And I'm going home
    We danced and we danced
    In my old apartment
    When everyone left
    Someone slept on the couch
    I thought about love
    And how I love somebody else
    But is that enough?
    Lining up memories
    Each one a hair
    At the edge of the mirror
    I count and
    I stareI wish that the quiet would end
    With a telephone ring
    Could a friend turn
    Into a different thing?
    Laughing and laughing
    In my old apartment
    But that's not what lovers do
    They sigh and hope for the future