Daydreamer
Daydreamer, sittin’ on the сиденье, место, сиденья
Soaking up the sun he is a
Real lover, makin’ up the past and feeling up his girl like he’s never felt her figure before
A jaw dropper
Looks good when he when he walks, he is the subject of their talk
He would be hard to chase, but good to catch and he could change the world with his hands behind his back, Oh…
Ты can find him sittin’ on your doorstep
Waiting for the surprise
It will feel like he’s been there for hours
And Ты can tell that he’ll be there for life
Daydreamer, with eyes that make Ты melt
He lends his пальто for shelter because he’s there for Ты when he shouldn’t be
But he stays all the same, waits for Ты and then sees Ты through
There’s no way I could describe him
All I say is, just what I’m hoping for
But I will find him sittin’ on my doorstep
Waiting for the surprise
It will feel like he’s been there for hours
And I can tell he’ll be there for life
And I can tell he’ll be there for life
Daydreamer, sittin’ on the сиденье, место, сиденья
Soaking up the sun he is a
Real lover, makin’ up the past and feeling up his girl like he’s never felt her figure before
A jaw dropper
Looks good when he when he walks, he is the subject of their talk
He would be hard to chase, but good to catch and he could change the world with his hands behind his back, Oh…
Ты can find him sittin’ on your doorstep
Waiting for the surprise
It will feel like he’s been there for hours
And Ты can tell that he’ll be there for life
Daydreamer, with eyes that make Ты melt
He lends his пальто for shelter because he’s there for Ты when he shouldn’t be
But he stays all the same, waits for Ты and then sees Ты through
There’s no way I could describe him
All I say is, just what I’m hoping for
But I will find him sittin’ on my doorstep
Waiting for the surprise
It will feel like he’s been there for hours
And I can tell he’ll be there for life
And I can tell he’ll be there for life
Every singer knows the List: citrus, vinegar, mint, dairy, spicy oder fried foods, fizzy drinks, caffeine, cigarettes, and alcohol. These are the vocal cords’ enemies. And when one has a five-octave contralto as dynamic, award-winning, moneymaking, and record-breaking as Адель Laurie Blue Adkins does, one figures out how to avoid these things. Some require less effort than others. Mint? Vinegar? Feh. Cigarettes? Not so easy. Over the few days that I spend around Adele, I see her sneak a fag here and there. No one is perfect. But alcohol? For a once hard-drinking South Лондон pub girl who has admitted that she has written some of her best songs after a few belts, I would have thought this might present something of a challenge.
