Song | Wop-A-Din-Din |
Artist | Red House Painters |
Album | Old Ramon |
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作词 : Kozelek | |
She's got big green eyes | |
And a long | |
Egyptian face | |
She moves across the floor | |
At her own pace | |
When I'm here in bed | |
She'll jump up on my chest | |
And when we lock eyes there's so much love | |
I wanna cry | |
She comes in near | |
When I scratch under her ear | |
And she lifts her head | |
When I kiss around her neck | |
Won't go to sleep | |
When she falls along my side | |
And two green eyes fade | |
To a porcelain marble white | |
And somehow when | |
I sleep She'll end up at my feet | |
And if I roll and kick her out | |
I might knock her to the ground | |
But she'll come back anyhow | |
Ella es muy vital más triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
The morning comes | |
She squints up to shield out the sun | |
And she'll go and lay | |
In the warmest dusty rays | |
And I hold her face | |
She lays perfectly in place | |
And she'll yawn and stretch | |
And stare me down expressionless | |
And lay back down into her nest | |
And if someone calls | |
She'll race me out the hall | |
When she hears the phone | |
Then she knows | |
I'm leaving home | |
She don't wanna be alone | |
And I know it's wrong | |
That I'm going away so long | |
And for her it's rough | |
I can't be with her enough | |
But I'll never give her enough | |
Ella es muy vital más triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
And somehow when | |
I sleep She'll end up at my feet | |
And if I roll and kick her out | |
I might knock her to the ground | |
But she'll come back anyhow |
zuo ci : Kozelek | |
She' s got big green eyes | |
And a long | |
Egyptian face | |
She moves across the floor | |
At her own pace | |
When I' m here in bed | |
She' ll jump up on my chest | |
And when we lock eyes there' s so much love | |
I wanna cry | |
She comes in near | |
When I scratch under her ear | |
And she lifts her head | |
When I kiss around her neck | |
Won' t go to sleep | |
When she falls along my side | |
And two green eyes fade | |
To a porcelain marble white | |
And somehow when | |
I sleep She' ll end up at my feet | |
And if I roll and kick her out | |
I might knock her to the ground | |
But she' ll come back anyhow | |
Ella es muy vital ma s triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
The morning comes | |
She squints up to shield out the sun | |
And she' ll go and lay | |
In the warmest dusty rays | |
And I hold her face | |
She lays perfectly in place | |
And she' ll yawn and stretch | |
And stare me down expressionless | |
And lay back down into her nest | |
And if someone calls | |
She' ll race me out the hall | |
When she hears the phone | |
Then she knows | |
I' m leaving home | |
She don' t wanna be alone | |
And I know it' s wrong | |
That I' m going away so long | |
And for her it' s rough | |
I can' t be with her enough | |
But I' ll never give her enough | |
Ella es muy vital ma s triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
And somehow when | |
I sleep She' ll end up at my feet | |
And if I roll and kick her out | |
I might knock her to the ground | |
But she' ll come back anyhow |
zuò cí : Kozelek | |
She' s got big green eyes | |
And a long | |
Egyptian face | |
She moves across the floor | |
At her own pace | |
When I' m here in bed | |
She' ll jump up on my chest | |
And when we lock eyes there' s so much love | |
I wanna cry | |
She comes in near | |
When I scratch under her ear | |
And she lifts her head | |
When I kiss around her neck | |
Won' t go to sleep | |
When she falls along my side | |
And two green eyes fade | |
To a porcelain marble white | |
And somehow when | |
I sleep She' ll end up at my feet | |
And if I roll and kick her out | |
I might knock her to the ground | |
But she' ll come back anyhow | |
Ella es muy vital má s triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
The morning comes | |
She squints up to shield out the sun | |
And she' ll go and lay | |
In the warmest dusty rays | |
And I hold her face | |
She lays perfectly in place | |
And she' ll yawn and stretch | |
And stare me down expressionless | |
And lay back down into her nest | |
And if someone calls | |
She' ll race me out the hall | |
When she hears the phone | |
Then she knows | |
I' m leaving home | |
She don' t wanna be alone | |
And I know it' s wrong | |
That I' m going away so long | |
And for her it' s rough | |
I can' t be with her enough | |
But I' ll never give her enough | |
Ella es muy vital má s triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
And somehow when | |
I sleep She' ll end up at my feet | |
And if I roll and kick her out | |
I might knock her to the ground | |
But she' ll come back anyhow |