Song | Buttons and Bows |
Artist | Michael Feinstein |
Album | Livingston And Evans Songbook Featuring Michael Feinstein |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ray Evans & Jay Livingston | |
East is East | |
And West is West | |
And the wrong one I have chose. | |
Let’s go where I’ll keep on wearin those frills and flowers and butons and bows, | |
Rings and things and buttons and bows. | |
Don’t bury me in this prairie, | |
Take me where the cement grows. | |
Let’s move down to some big town where they love a gal by the cut of her clothes, | |
And I’ll stand out in buttons and bows. | |
I love you in buckskin or skirts that you’ve homespun | |
But I’ll love ya longer, stronger, | |
Where your friends don’t tote a gun. | |
My bones denounce the buck-board bounce and the cactus hurts my toes. | |
Let’s vamoose whtere gals keep usin’ those silks and satins and linen that shows, | |
And I’m all yours in but-tons and bows. | |
Glim me eastern trimmi n’ where wonen are wonen in high silk hose and peekaboo clothes, | |
And French perfume, that rocks the room, | |
And I’m all yours in Buttons and Bows, | |
Buttons and Bows, Buttons and Bows. | |
歌词大意: | |
别把我埋在荒草沟, | |
带我去找水泥楼。 | |
尽管城里的姑娘们, | |
穿戴漂亮而考究, | |
但我却爱你穿那自己织的土布衣裙, | |
再配上我穿戴着那特有的钮扣和领结, | |
太棒了。 |
zuo ci : Ray Evans Jay Livingston | |
East is East | |
And West is West | |
And the wrong one I have chose. | |
Let' s go where I' ll keep on wearin those frills and flowers and butons and bows, | |
Rings and things and buttons and bows. | |
Don' t bury me in this prairie, | |
Take me where the cement grows. | |
Let' s move down to some big town where they love a gal by the cut of her clothes, | |
And I' ll stand out in buttons and bows. | |
I love you in buckskin or skirts that you' ve homespun | |
But I' ll love ya longer, stronger, | |
Where your friends don' t tote a gun. | |
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce and the cactus hurts my toes. | |
Let' s vamoose whtere gals keep usin' those silks and satins and linen that shows, | |
And I' m all yours in buttons and bows. | |
Glim me eastern trimmi n' where wonen are wonen in high silk hose and peekaboo clothes, | |
And French perfume, that rocks the room, | |
And I' m all yours in Buttons and Bows, | |
Buttons and Bows, Buttons and Bows. | |
ge ci da yi: | |
bie ba wo mai zai huang cao gou, | |
dai wo qu zhao shui ni lou. | |
jin guan cheng li de gu niang men, | |
chuan dai piao liang er kao jiu, | |
dan wo que ai ni chuan na zi ji zhi de tu bu yi qun, | |
zai pei shang wo chuan dai zhe na te you de niu kou he ling jie, | |
tai bang le. |
zuò cí : Ray Evans Jay Livingston | |
East is East | |
And West is West | |
And the wrong one I have chose. | |
Let' s go where I' ll keep on wearin those frills and flowers and butons and bows, | |
Rings and things and buttons and bows. | |
Don' t bury me in this prairie, | |
Take me where the cement grows. | |
Let' s move down to some big town where they love a gal by the cut of her clothes, | |
And I' ll stand out in buttons and bows. | |
I love you in buckskin or skirts that you' ve homespun | |
But I' ll love ya longer, stronger, | |
Where your friends don' t tote a gun. | |
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce and the cactus hurts my toes. | |
Let' s vamoose whtere gals keep usin' those silks and satins and linen that shows, | |
And I' m all yours in buttons and bows. | |
Glim me eastern trimmi n' where wonen are wonen in high silk hose and peekaboo clothes, | |
And French perfume, that rocks the room, | |
And I' m all yours in Buttons and Bows, | |
Buttons and Bows, Buttons and Bows. | |
gē cí dà yì: | |
bié bǎ wǒ mái zài huāng cǎo gōu, | |
dài wǒ qù zhǎo shuǐ ní lóu. | |
jǐn guǎn chéng lǐ de gū niáng men, | |
chuān dài piào liàng ér kǎo jiū, | |
dàn wǒ què ài nǐ chuān nà zì jǐ zhī de tǔ bù yī qún, | |
zài pèi shàng wǒ chuān dài zhe nà tè yǒu de niǔ kòu hé lǐng jié, | |
tài bàng le. |