Song | Joan Jett of Arc |
Artist | Clem Snide |
Album | The Ghost of Fashion |
作曲 : Barzelay | |
She'd fix me a dinner of sunflower seeds | |
And ready-whipped topping inhalers | |
And take me down south | |
With Hall and Oats in her mouth | |
My first love, | |
My Joan Jett of Arc | |
My black heart was heavy | |
But her mom's Cougar was fast | |
As little pink houses were whistled | |
And it was all you can eat | |
At the Sizzler that night | |
My steak burnin' Joan Jett of Arc | |
My steak burnin' Joan Jett of Arc | |
The shopping malls and roller rinks | |
All dimmed their lights | |
Cicadas and crickets were silent | |
And the train tracks | |
Like stiches skidding bicycle tires | |
As I slipped in my Joan Jett of Arc | |
As I slipped in my Joan Jett of Arc | |
As I slipped in my Joan Jett of Arc | |
And the birds that were crushed | |
Once had air in their bones | |
As oil was refined in her honor |
zuò qǔ : Barzelay | |
She' d fix me a dinner of sunflower seeds | |
And readywhipped topping inhalers | |
And take me down south | |
With Hall and Oats in her mouth | |
My first love, | |
My Joan Jett of Arc | |
My black heart was heavy | |
But her mom' s Cougar was fast | |
As little pink houses were whistled | |
And it was all you can eat | |
At the Sizzler that night | |
My steak burnin' Joan Jett of Arc | |
My steak burnin' Joan Jett of Arc | |
The shopping malls and roller rinks | |
All dimmed their lights | |
Cicadas and crickets were silent | |
And the train tracks | |
Like stiches skidding bicycle tires | |
As I slipped in my Joan Jett of Arc | |
As I slipped in my Joan Jett of Arc | |
As I slipped in my Joan Jett of Arc | |
And the birds that were crushed | |
Once had air in their bones | |
As oil was refined in her honor |