Song | Cuckoo Madame |
Artist | Robert Wyatt |
Album | Cuckooland |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Benge, Wyatt | |
Cuckoo Madame | |
with your teddy bear eye, | |
yellow fingers clinging to the chain link fence. | |
Bombers above you. | |
Bombers behind you. | |
Disapproval hounds you, | |
ugly rumour surrounds you. | |
Solitary madam, | |
we never understood, you | |
never told us of your battle | |
with the cuckoo baby blues. | |
Cuckoo Madame, | |
it's no wonder you're shy. | |
You're Greta Garbo, | |
you're the witch of Salem. | |
You're anti-social, and | |
you are too bloody lonely | |
for the likes of us. | |
We never knew of your battle | |
with the cuckoo baby blues. | |
When you saw that egg crack | |
it froze your blood. | |
You knew you had to fly then, | |
had to say goodbye, | |
had to fly before you saw another mother | |
feed your chick. | |
You knew it would break your heart. | |
You knew it would break your heart. |
zuo ci : Benge, Wyatt | |
Cuckoo Madame | |
with your teddy bear eye, | |
yellow fingers clinging to the chain link fence. | |
Bombers above you. | |
Bombers behind you. | |
Disapproval hounds you, | |
ugly rumour surrounds you. | |
Solitary madam, | |
we never understood, you | |
never told us of your battle | |
with the cuckoo baby blues. | |
Cuckoo Madame, | |
it' s no wonder you' re shy. | |
You' re Greta Garbo, | |
you' re the witch of Salem. | |
You' re antisocial, and | |
you are too bloody lonely | |
for the likes of us. | |
We never knew of your battle | |
with the cuckoo baby blues. | |
When you saw that egg crack | |
it froze your blood. | |
You knew you had to fly then, | |
had to say goodbye, | |
had to fly before you saw another mother | |
feed your chick. | |
You knew it would break your heart. | |
You knew it would break your heart. |
zuò cí : Benge, Wyatt | |
Cuckoo Madame | |
with your teddy bear eye, | |
yellow fingers clinging to the chain link fence. | |
Bombers above you. | |
Bombers behind you. | |
Disapproval hounds you, | |
ugly rumour surrounds you. | |
Solitary madam, | |
we never understood, you | |
never told us of your battle | |
with the cuckoo baby blues. | |
Cuckoo Madame, | |
it' s no wonder you' re shy. | |
You' re Greta Garbo, | |
you' re the witch of Salem. | |
You' re antisocial, and | |
you are too bloody lonely | |
for the likes of us. | |
We never knew of your battle | |
with the cuckoo baby blues. | |
When you saw that egg crack | |
it froze your blood. | |
You knew you had to fly then, | |
had to say goodbye, | |
had to fly before you saw another mother | |
feed your chick. | |
You knew it would break your heart. | |
You knew it would break your heart. |