Song | Pale Purple |
Artist | Ani DiFranco |
Album | Ani DiFranco |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiFranco | |
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled | |
She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot | |
Alone in the city infested with faces | |
Immune to new friendships | |
Interested in places she's never seen | |
She says everything is gray here | |
And nothing is green | |
The girls from down the street | |
Sixteen, seventeen years old | |
You can smell them getting pregnant | |
You can hear their rock and roll | |
That's America you have to be tough | |
Like a glad trash bag the government's an old nag | |
With a good pedigree but pedigree's don't help you and me | |
I see the precedent is gray here and nothing is green | |
Unless something unforeseen happens | |
I'm surrounded by the haves | |
They say I can have some too | |
Just because of what | |
I doDo they think a lot about those who have not | |
Or does it just distract them from what they do | |
Most of us have gray | |
Except for those who can pay for green | |
I'm torn, | |
I'm torn, rejecting outfits offered me | |
Regretting things | |
I've wornWhen | |
I was still playing roles to fill holes | |
In my conception of who | |
I amYou know, now | |
I understand | |
It's not important to be defined | |
It's only important to use your time well | |
Well, time is something nobody can buy | |
And nobody can sell you | |
So don't let anybody tell you they have the advantage | |
Because all the gray people can say every day | |
Doesn't mean anything if your mind is green | |
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled | |
She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot | |
Alone in the city infested with faces | |
Immune to new friendships | |
Interested in places she's never seen | |
She says everything is gray here | |
Otherwise | |
I'd stay here | |
But I'm looking for green |
zuo ci : DiFranco | |
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled | |
She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot | |
Alone in the city infested with faces | |
Immune to new friendships | |
Interested in places she' s never seen | |
She says everything is gray here | |
And nothing is green | |
The girls from down the street | |
Sixteen, seventeen years old | |
You can smell them getting pregnant | |
You can hear their rock and roll | |
That' s America you have to be tough | |
Like a glad trash bag the government' s an old nag | |
With a good pedigree but pedigree' s don' t help you and me | |
I see the precedent is gray here and nothing is green | |
Unless something unforeseen happens | |
I' m surrounded by the haves | |
They say I can have some too | |
Just because of what | |
I doDo they think a lot about those who have not | |
Or does it just distract them from what they do | |
Most of us have gray | |
Except for those who can pay for green | |
I' m torn, | |
I' m torn, rejecting outfits offered me | |
Regretting things | |
I' ve wornWhen | |
I was still playing roles to fill holes | |
In my conception of who | |
I amYou know, now | |
I understand | |
It' s not important to be defined | |
It' s only important to use your time well | |
Well, time is something nobody can buy | |
And nobody can sell you | |
So don' t let anybody tell you they have the advantage | |
Because all the gray people can say every day | |
Doesn' t mean anything if your mind is green | |
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled | |
She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot | |
Alone in the city infested with faces | |
Immune to new friendships | |
Interested in places she' s never seen | |
She says everything is gray here | |
Otherwise | |
I' d stay here | |
But I' m looking for green |
zuò cí : DiFranco | |
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled | |
She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot | |
Alone in the city infested with faces | |
Immune to new friendships | |
Interested in places she' s never seen | |
She says everything is gray here | |
And nothing is green | |
The girls from down the street | |
Sixteen, seventeen years old | |
You can smell them getting pregnant | |
You can hear their rock and roll | |
That' s America you have to be tough | |
Like a glad trash bag the government' s an old nag | |
With a good pedigree but pedigree' s don' t help you and me | |
I see the precedent is gray here and nothing is green | |
Unless something unforeseen happens | |
I' m surrounded by the haves | |
They say I can have some too | |
Just because of what | |
I doDo they think a lot about those who have not | |
Or does it just distract them from what they do | |
Most of us have gray | |
Except for those who can pay for green | |
I' m torn, | |
I' m torn, rejecting outfits offered me | |
Regretting things | |
I' ve wornWhen | |
I was still playing roles to fill holes | |
In my conception of who | |
I amYou know, now | |
I understand | |
It' s not important to be defined | |
It' s only important to use your time well | |
Well, time is something nobody can buy | |
And nobody can sell you | |
So don' t let anybody tell you they have the advantage | |
Because all the gray people can say every day | |
Doesn' t mean anything if your mind is green | |
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled | |
She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot | |
Alone in the city infested with faces | |
Immune to new friendships | |
Interested in places she' s never seen | |
She says everything is gray here | |
Otherwise | |
I' d stay here | |
But I' m looking for green |