Song | Wicked Annabella |
Artist | The Kinks |
Album | The Village Green Preservation Society |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Davies | |
In a dark and misty house | |
Where no Christian man has been | |
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew | |
That no one's ever seen | |
Relatives have passed her by | |
Too scared to even say hello | |
She's in perpetual midnight | |
She shuts out the day | |
And goes about her sinful ways | |
I, I've seen her hair, | |
I've seen her face | |
Look towards mine | |
I, I've felt her eyes burning my sole | |
Twisting my mind | |
Little children who are good | |
Should always go to sleep at night' | |
Cause wicked | |
Annabella is up in the sky | |
Hopin' they will open their eyes | |
Don't go into woods tonight' | |
Cause underneath the sticks and stones | |
Are lots of little demons enslaved by | |
AnnabellaWaiting just to carry you home |
zuo ci : Davies | |
In a dark and misty house | |
Where no Christian man has been | |
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew | |
That no one' s ever seen | |
Relatives have passed her by | |
Too scared to even say hello | |
She' s in perpetual midnight | |
She shuts out the day | |
And goes about her sinful ways | |
I, I' ve seen her hair, | |
I' ve seen her face | |
Look towards mine | |
I, I' ve felt her eyes burning my sole | |
Twisting my mind | |
Little children who are good | |
Should always go to sleep at night' | |
Cause wicked | |
Annabella is up in the sky | |
Hopin' they will open their eyes | |
Don' t go into woods tonight' | |
Cause underneath the sticks and stones | |
Are lots of little demons enslaved by | |
AnnabellaWaiting just to carry you home |
zuò cí : Davies | |
In a dark and misty house | |
Where no Christian man has been | |
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew | |
That no one' s ever seen | |
Relatives have passed her by | |
Too scared to even say hello | |
She' s in perpetual midnight | |
She shuts out the day | |
And goes about her sinful ways | |
I, I' ve seen her hair, | |
I' ve seen her face | |
Look towards mine | |
I, I' ve felt her eyes burning my sole | |
Twisting my mind | |
Little children who are good | |
Should always go to sleep at night' | |
Cause wicked | |
Annabella is up in the sky | |
Hopin' they will open their eyes | |
Don' t go into woods tonight' | |
Cause underneath the sticks and stones | |
Are lots of little demons enslaved by | |
AnnabellaWaiting just to carry you home |