歌手：Sinead O'connor   A Perfect Indian is he Remembering him life is sweet Like a weeping willow His face on my pillow Comes to me still in my dreams And there I saw a young baby A beautiful daughter was she A face from a painting Red cheeks and teeth aching Her eyes like a wild Irish sea On a table in her yellow dress For a photograph feigned happiness　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 Why in my life is that the only time That any of you will smile at me I'm sailing on this terrible ocean　　　　　　　　　　　 I've come for my self to retrieve Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children　　　  已被更新...    And there's only one way to be free He's shy and he speaks quietly He's gentle and he seems to me Like the elf-arrow His face worn and harrowed Is he a daydreamer like me

歌手：Sade He's laughing with another girl And playing with another heart Placing high stakes, making hearts ache He's loved in seven languages Jewel box life diamond nights and ruby lights, high in the sky Heaven help him when he falls Diamond life lover boy He move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy City lights and business nights When you require streetcar desire for higher heights No place for beginners or sensitive hearts When sentiment is left to chance No place to be ending but somewhere to start No need to ask                                                                         Smooth operator, smooth operator     He's a smooth operator                                                            Smooth operator, smooth operator Smooth operator, smooth operator                                          Smooth operator, smooth operator Smooth operator                                                                      Smooth operator, smooth operator                                                                                                 Smooth operator, Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male                           Smooth operator, smooth operator           Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale Face to face, each classic case We shadow box and double cross Yet need the chase A license to love, insurance to hold Melts all your memories and change into gold His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold