Lirik Lagu Somewhere That's Green - Little Shop Of Horrors
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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I know Seymour's the greatest,But I'm dating a semi-sadist.So I got a black eye,and my arm's in a cast.
Still that Semour's a cutie.Well, if not, he's got inner beauty.And I dream of a place,Where we can be together, at last.
A matchbox of our own.A fence of real chainlink.A grill out on the patio.Disposal in the sink.A washer and a dryer,And an ironing-machine.In a tract house that we share,Somewhere that's green.
He rakes and trims the grass.He loves to mow and weed.I cook like Betty Crocker,And I look like Donna Reed.There's plastic on the furnitureTo keep it neat and clean.In the Pine-Sol scented air,Somewhere that's green.
Between our frozen dinner,and our bed-time nine-fifteen.We snuggle watching Lucy,On a big, enormous, twelve-inch screen.
Oh, his December bride,He's father, he knows best.The kids play Howdy-Doody,As the Sun sets in the West.A picture out of Better HomesAnd Gardens magzine.Far from Skid Row,I dream we'll go...Somewhere that's Green.
Still that Semour's a cutie.Well, if not, he's got inner beauty.And I dream of a place,Where we can be together, at last.
A matchbox of our own.A fence of real chainlink.A grill out on the patio.Disposal in the sink.A washer and a dryer,And an ironing-machine.In a tract house that we share,Somewhere that's green.
He rakes and trims the grass.He loves to mow and weed.I cook like Betty Crocker,And I look like Donna Reed.There's plastic on the furnitureTo keep it neat and clean.In the Pine-Sol scented air,Somewhere that's green.
Between our frozen dinner,and our bed-time nine-fifteen.We snuggle watching Lucy,On a big, enormous, twelve-inch screen.
Oh, his December bride,He's father, he knows best.The kids play Howdy-Doody,As the Sun sets in the West.A picture out of Better HomesAnd Gardens magzine.Far from Skid Row,I dream we'll go...Somewhere that's Green.
