Song | The Loved Ones |
Artist | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
Album | Imperial Bedroom |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Costello | |
Don't get smart or sarcastic | |
He snaps back just like elastic | |
Spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics | |
We break wise guys just like matchsticks | |
What would the loved ones say | |
Your pride and joy is all blown up | |
What would the loved ones say | |
The bride and boy are barely grown up | |
You're not my particular poison | |
I've got nothing against you myself | |
You could have been a danger to the boys and girls | |
Now you're a danger to yourself | |
Oh what would the loved ones say | |
What would the loved ones say | |
Oh what would the loved ones say | |
What would the loved ones say | |
The ugly little scenes run round your bed | |
The ugly little dreams you get the needle and no thread | |
They stitched you up this time | |
They say you'll do | |
They bitch about your pretty face turning ugly on you | |
The butcher the baker and the bassline maker | |
Say you can leave her I can take her | |
You live your whole life like a minute or two later | |
One day its going to end sooner than greater | |
What would the loved ones say | |
He'll be remembered young and pretty | |
What would the loved ones say | |
Now he's a hit in every city | |
Now there's a name well never forget | |
There's one born every minute | |
Dont pin a medal on me yet | |
They might be waiting for you | |
(chorus) | |
PPS I love you |
zuo qu : Costello | |
Don' t get smart or sarcastic | |
He snaps back just like elastic | |
Spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics | |
We break wise guys just like matchsticks | |
What would the loved ones say | |
Your pride and joy is all blown up | |
What would the loved ones say | |
The bride and boy are barely grown up | |
You' re not my particular poison | |
I' ve got nothing against you myself | |
You could have been a danger to the boys and girls | |
Now you' re a danger to yourself | |
Oh what would the loved ones say | |
What would the loved ones say | |
Oh what would the loved ones say | |
What would the loved ones say | |
The ugly little scenes run round your bed | |
The ugly little dreams you get the needle and no thread | |
They stitched you up this time | |
They say you' ll do | |
They bitch about your pretty face turning ugly on you | |
The butcher the baker and the bassline maker | |
Say you can leave her I can take her | |
You live your whole life like a minute or two later | |
One day its going to end sooner than greater | |
What would the loved ones say | |
He' ll be remembered young and pretty | |
What would the loved ones say | |
Now he' s a hit in every city | |
Now there' s a name well never forget | |
There' s one born every minute | |
Dont pin a medal on me yet | |
They might be waiting for you | |
chorus | |
PPS I love you |
zuò qǔ : Costello | |
Don' t get smart or sarcastic | |
He snaps back just like elastic | |
Spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics | |
We break wise guys just like matchsticks | |
What would the loved ones say | |
Your pride and joy is all blown up | |
What would the loved ones say | |
The bride and boy are barely grown up | |
You' re not my particular poison | |
I' ve got nothing against you myself | |
You could have been a danger to the boys and girls | |
Now you' re a danger to yourself | |
Oh what would the loved ones say | |
What would the loved ones say | |
Oh what would the loved ones say | |
What would the loved ones say | |
The ugly little scenes run round your bed | |
The ugly little dreams you get the needle and no thread | |
They stitched you up this time | |
They say you' ll do | |
They bitch about your pretty face turning ugly on you | |
The butcher the baker and the bassline maker | |
Say you can leave her I can take her | |
You live your whole life like a minute or two later | |
One day its going to end sooner than greater | |
What would the loved ones say | |
He' ll be remembered young and pretty | |
What would the loved ones say | |
Now he' s a hit in every city | |
Now there' s a name well never forget | |
There' s one born every minute | |
Dont pin a medal on me yet | |
They might be waiting for you | |
chorus | |
PPS I love you |