Belle Of The Blues Lyrics

	作词 : Ian
	I’m the belle of the blues, and it’s easy to see
	If I win or I lose, it’s all one to me
	I was born on a shelf in the rare books library
	I reside by myself with my books and my T.V.
	I’m an old age pension for the fossilized routine
	Anybody for nostalgia, put a record on and see
	Here’s a memory of olden days
	And a heartbreak grown cold
	All that glitters isn’t gold
	You get no love for free
	You live and you die
	And I’ll probably throw it away
	But in the end it’s mine
	And nobody has a right to say
	“Go down lightly - go down silently”
	I’ll go down screaming
	“Give it back - it belongs to me”
	I’m the belle of the blues - I’m used to mingling
	With the crème de la crème of higher society
	I promise them roses, and an eight-by-ten of me
	But when the party’s over
	They’re all too glad to leave
	Their children sing of sorrow
	It’s the same old routine
	They’ve begged and they’ve borrowed
	Someone else’s misery
	It’s an easy act to follow
	At least, an easy one for me
	Give me my tomorrows
	You can have my memories
	Souvenirs from an old-fashioned school
	Plays coquette on the pillow
	Like an old-fashioned fool
	Go down lightly
	Go down silently
	You go down lonely
	You go down like me

	zuo ci : Ian
	I' m the belle of the blues, and it' s easy to see
	If I win or I lose, it' s all one to me
	I was born on a shelf in the rare books library
	I reside by myself with my books and my T. V.
	I' m an old age pension for the fossilized routine
	Anybody for nostalgia, put a record on and see
	Here' s a memory of olden days
	And a heartbreak grown cold
	All that glitters isn' t gold
	You get no love for free
	You live and you die
	And I' ll probably throw it away
	But in the end it' s mine
	And nobody has a right to say
	" Go down lightly go down silently"
	I' ll go down screaming
	" Give it back it belongs to me"
	I' m the belle of the blues I' m used to mingling
	With the cre me de la cre me of higher society
	I promise them roses, and an eightbyten of me
	But when the party' s over
	They' re all too glad to leave
	Their children sing of sorrow
	It' s the same old routine
	They' ve begged and they' ve borrowed
	Someone else' s misery
	It' s an easy act to follow
	At least, an easy one for me
	Give me my tomorrows
	You can have my memories
	Souvenirs from an oldfashioned school
	Plays coquette on the pillow
	Like an oldfashioned fool
	Go down lightly
	Go down silently
	You go down lonely
	You go down like me

	zuò cí : Ian
	I' m the belle of the blues, and it' s easy to see
	If I win or I lose, it' s all one to me
	I was born on a shelf in the rare books library
	I reside by myself with my books and my T. V.
	I' m an old age pension for the fossilized routine
	Anybody for nostalgia, put a record on and see
	Here' s a memory of olden days
	And a heartbreak grown cold
	All that glitters isn' t gold
	You get no love for free
	You live and you die
	And I' ll probably throw it away
	But in the end it' s mine
	And nobody has a right to say
	" Go down lightly go down silently"
	I' ll go down screaming
	" Give it back it belongs to me"
	I' m the belle of the blues I' m used to mingling
	With the crè me de la crè me of higher society
	I promise them roses, and an eightbyten of me
	But when the party' s over
	They' re all too glad to leave
	Their children sing of sorrow
	It' s the same old routine
	They' ve begged and they' ve borrowed
	Someone else' s misery
	It' s an easy act to follow
	At least, an easy one for me
	Give me my tomorrows
	You can have my memories
	Souvenirs from an oldfashioned school
	Plays coquette on the pillow
	Like an oldfashioned fool
	Go down lightly
	Go down silently
	You go down lonely
	You go down like me

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