Song | Georgia Rae |
Artist | John Hiatt |
Album | Slow Turning |
作词 : Hiatt | |
I know a girl, mess with your mind, | |
She'll come to you in the summer sometime | |
She'll talk about things you don't understand, | |
But you better keep to the matters at hand | |
Before the whole damn thing unwinds | |
She is beautiful, she is small | |
She don't wanna play basketball | |
There's no tellin' what she might do | |
Before her doin' days are through | |
But right now she can't even crawl | |
Chorus: | |
Georgia rae, ok, georgia rae | |
Georgia rae, what'd i say georgia rae | |
Your mother and i we did this act | |
In some hotel 'bout nine moths back | |
Now, it's love that brings you here | |
A love that will not disappear | |
Georgia, honey, you can count on that | |
Chorus | |
Bridge: | |
We were tired, should've been sleepin' | |
But, like a fire, somethin' came creepin', creepin', creepin' | |
Your brother and sister don't understand | |
How your tiny feet and your tiny hands | |
Could carry the weight of a thousand earths | |
Into our little universe | |
But, georgia, we all think it's grand | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Hiatt | |
I know a girl, mess with your mind, | |
She' ll come to you in the summer sometime | |
She' ll talk about things you don' t understand, | |
But you better keep to the matters at hand | |
Before the whole damn thing unwinds | |
She is beautiful, she is small | |
She don' t wanna play basketball | |
There' s no tellin' what she might do | |
Before her doin' days are through | |
But right now she can' t even crawl | |
Chorus: | |
Georgia rae, ok, georgia rae | |
Georgia rae, what' d i say georgia rae | |
Your mother and i we did this act | |
In some hotel ' bout nine moths back | |
Now, it' s love that brings you here | |
A love that will not disappear | |
Georgia, honey, you can count on that | |
Chorus | |
Bridge: | |
We were tired, should' ve been sleepin' | |
But, like a fire, somethin' came creepin', creepin', creepin' | |
Your brother and sister don' t understand | |
How your tiny feet and your tiny hands | |
Could carry the weight of a thousand earths | |
Into our little universe | |
But, georgia, we all think it' s grand | |
Chorus |