Song | Out of Habit |
Artist | Ani DiFranco |
Album | Like I Said |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiFranco | |
The butter melts out of habit | |
The toast isn't even warm | |
The waitress and the man in the plaid shirt | |
Play out a scene they've played | |
So many times before | |
I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning | |
From a bar on the east side of town | |
And the coffee is just water dressed in brown | |
Beautiful but boring | |
He visited me yesterday | |
He noticed my fingers | |
And asked me if I would play | |
I didn't really care a lot | |
But I couldn't think of a reason why not | |
I said if you don't come any closer I don't mind if you stay | |
My thighs have been involved in many accidents | |
And now I can't get insured | |
And I don't need to be lured by you | |
My cunt is built like a wound that won't heal | |
And now you don't have to ask | |
Because you know how I feel | |
You know how I feel | |
Art is why I get up in the morning | |
But my definition ends there | |
And it doesn't seem fair | |
That I'm living for something I can't even define | |
There you are right there | |
In the meantime | |
I don't want to play for you anymore | |
Show me what you can do | |
Tell me what are you here for | |
I want my old friends | |
I want my old face | |
I want my old mind | |
**** this time and place | |
The butter melts out of habit | |
You know, the toast isn't even warm |
zuo ci : DiFranco | |
The butter melts out of habit | |
The toast isn' t even warm | |
The waitress and the man in the plaid shirt | |
Play out a scene they' ve played | |
So many times before | |
I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning | |
From a bar on the east side of town | |
And the coffee is just water dressed in brown | |
Beautiful but boring | |
He visited me yesterday | |
He noticed my fingers | |
And asked me if I would play | |
I didn' t really care a lot | |
But I couldn' t think of a reason why not | |
I said if you don' t come any closer I don' t mind if you stay | |
My thighs have been involved in many accidents | |
And now I can' t get insured | |
And I don' t need to be lured by you | |
My cunt is built like a wound that won' t heal | |
And now you don' t have to ask | |
Because you know how I feel | |
You know how I feel | |
Art is why I get up in the morning | |
But my definition ends there | |
And it doesn' t seem fair | |
That I' m living for something I can' t even define | |
There you are right there | |
In the meantime | |
I don' t want to play for you anymore | |
Show me what you can do | |
Tell me what are you here for | |
I want my old friends | |
I want my old face | |
I want my old mind | |
this time and place | |
The butter melts out of habit | |
You know, the toast isn' t even warm |
zuò cí : DiFranco | |
The butter melts out of habit | |
The toast isn' t even warm | |
The waitress and the man in the plaid shirt | |
Play out a scene they' ve played | |
So many times before | |
I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning | |
From a bar on the east side of town | |
And the coffee is just water dressed in brown | |
Beautiful but boring | |
He visited me yesterday | |
He noticed my fingers | |
And asked me if I would play | |
I didn' t really care a lot | |
But I couldn' t think of a reason why not | |
I said if you don' t come any closer I don' t mind if you stay | |
My thighs have been involved in many accidents | |
And now I can' t get insured | |
And I don' t need to be lured by you | |
My cunt is built like a wound that won' t heal | |
And now you don' t have to ask | |
Because you know how I feel | |
You know how I feel | |
Art is why I get up in the morning | |
But my definition ends there | |
And it doesn' t seem fair | |
That I' m living for something I can' t even define | |
There you are right there | |
In the meantime | |
I don' t want to play for you anymore | |
Show me what you can do | |
Tell me what are you here for | |
I want my old friends | |
I want my old face | |
I want my old mind | |
this time and place | |
The butter melts out of habit | |
You know, the toast isn' t even warm |