Rain In Pasadena Songtext
von Charlie Curtis-Beard

Writers couldn′t describe
Artists can recreate your design
You're a
Peculiar sight like rain in Pasadena
You can have all of me in the palm of your hands
Let your love rain on me
When you feel something you cannot see
Baby
I feel something foreign
Feels like it is rainin
Rain in Pasadena, I need ya
Well it′s crazy
Lovin you is unreal
Feels like it is rainin
Rain in Pasadena, I need ya
Oh my!
Writers couldn't get a second of your essence
Even with the pen and paper okay
Artists couldn't get your body
Even their hobby was drawing it day after day


You′re in a class of your own ya she
Sit beauty like a throne ya she
Age like fine wine it′s a mighty time
To drink you up and let it breathe
Girl I'm a matador yeah
I′m ready for ya
Can't ignore ya
Good lord every metaphor is a symbol for how much I adore ya
I can′t believe that you lovin me to pieces
I know its freakin easy
Walkin on beaches
Need your body every season eattin you up like I need it
You can have all of me in the palm of your hands
Let your love rain on me
When you feel something you cannot see
Baby
I feel something foreign
Feels like it is rainin
Rain in Pasadena, I need ya
Well it's crazy
Lovin you is unreal
Feels like it is rainin
Rain in Pasadena, I need ya
(Baby, I feel somethin foreign
Feels like it is rainin
Rain in Pasadena
I need ya)