| Song | This Bouquet |
| Artist | Ani DiFranco |
| Album | Not A Pretty Girl |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DiFranco | |
| Got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts | |
| Wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk | |
| I'm always starving for words when you're around | |
| Nothing on my tongue so much in my ground | |
| Half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door | |
| Fourth door from the end | |
| Rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor | |
| If it weren't for my brain i'd go over and make friends | |
| Too bad about my brain 'cause i'd like to make friends. | |
| See the little song bird unable to make a sound | |
| Even though she follows her words from town to town | |
| We both have gardens of songs and maybe its okay | |
| That i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet. |
| zuo ci : DiFranco | |
| Got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts | |
| Wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk | |
| I' m always starving for words when you' re around | |
| Nothing on my tongue so much in my ground | |
| Half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door | |
| Fourth door from the end | |
| Rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor | |
| If it weren' t for my brain i' d go over and make friends | |
| Too bad about my brain ' cause i' d like to make friends. | |
| See the little song bird unable to make a sound | |
| Even though she follows her words from town to town | |
| We both have gardens of songs and maybe its okay | |
| That i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet. |
| zuò cí : DiFranco | |
| Got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts | |
| Wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk | |
| I' m always starving for words when you' re around | |
| Nothing on my tongue so much in my ground | |
| Half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door | |
| Fourth door from the end | |
| Rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor | |
| If it weren' t for my brain i' d go over and make friends | |
| Too bad about my brain ' cause i' d like to make friends. | |
| See the little song bird unable to make a sound | |
| Even though she follows her words from town to town | |
| We both have gardens of songs and maybe its okay | |
| That i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet. |