Song | Spooky Girlfriend |
Artist | Elvis Costello |
Album | When I Was Cruel |
作词 : Costello | |
I want a girl to make a mess | |
To do no wrong she must confess | |
And then perhaps hitch up her dress | |
'Cos when the flashbulbs explode | |
She's such a sensitive soul... | |
I want a girl who is helpless and frail | |
Who won't pull on my ponytail | |
I want a girl who has no past | |
She's made up now | |
But that won't last | |
'Cos when she sits on my knee | |
And then she whispers to me | |
'Can't you see | |
I could be, I could be | |
Your spooky girlfriend...' | |
The broken toys are all scattered in the attic | |
Newspapers play with the words of the fanatic | |
While the greeting cards are your most poetic lyric | |
And the flat champagne is sweet sugar syrup | |
I want to paint you with glitter and with dirt | |
Picture you with innocence and hurt | |
The shutter closes | |
Exposes the shot | |
She says, "Are you looking up my skirt?" | |
When you say "No" | |
She says "Why not?" | |
I want a girl to turn my screw | |
To wind my watch, to buckle my shoe | |
And if she won't her mother will do | |
But when she does as she's told | |
We'll all turn platinum and gold | |
But when she sits on my knee | |
I hear her whispers to me | |
'Can't you see?' | |
'I could be your spooky girlfriend.' |
zuò cí : Costello | |
I want a girl to make a mess | |
To do no wrong she must confess | |
And then perhaps hitch up her dress | |
' Cos when the flashbulbs explode | |
She' s such a sensitive soul... | |
I want a girl who is helpless and frail | |
Who won' t pull on my ponytail | |
I want a girl who has no past | |
She' s made up now | |
But that won' t last | |
' Cos when she sits on my knee | |
And then she whispers to me | |
' Can' t you see | |
I could be, I could be | |
Your spooky girlfriend...' | |
The broken toys are all scattered in the attic | |
Newspapers play with the words of the fanatic | |
While the greeting cards are your most poetic lyric | |
And the flat champagne is sweet sugar syrup | |
I want to paint you with glitter and with dirt | |
Picture you with innocence and hurt | |
The shutter closes | |
Exposes the shot | |
She says, " Are you looking up my skirt?" | |
When you say " No" | |
She says " Why not?" | |
I want a girl to turn my screw | |
To wind my watch, to buckle my shoe | |
And if she won' t her mother will do | |
But when she does as she' s told | |
We' ll all turn platinum and gold | |
But when she sits on my knee | |
I hear her whispers to me | |
' Can' t you see?' | |
' I could be your spooky girlfriend.' |