Song | Portapotty |
Artist | Keller Williams |
Album | Spun |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Williams | |
**I fell in love in the portapotty line | |
In the parking lot of some show | |
She was dancing round clutchin herself | |
She was waitin for her turn to go** | |
Her dreadlocks swung down | |
Like shiny golden chains | |
And she looked to be strong and brave | |
My nose was filled with a bouqet of patchouli oil | |
It looked like she had never shaved | |
I knew right away that I was in love | |
And she was the one for me | |
I could not tell if she felt the same way | |
But I know that she had to pee | |
** | |
The sunlight shone bright threw that sundress she wore | |
And reflected off the ring in her nose | |
Her ankle bells jingled as she danced around | |
I'm so proud of the line that I chose | |
Then all of the sudden she could not take it no more | |
On that portapotty she wailed and she banged | |
As she started tiltin it back and forth | |
Well, I just raised my head and I sang | |
** | |
That pretty little vacant sign showed her face | |
And she blew right in like Peter Pan | |
I wanted to be there when she was done | |
So I went and I peed behind a van | |
Well I did not realize just how much had been drunk | |
I stood there for the length of the song | |
Well I zipped up | |
Went back to that portapotty | |
But my sweet little lover was gone | |
** | |
** | |
She was dancin round clutchin herself | |
She was waiting for her turn to go |
zuo qu : Williams | |
I fell in love in the portapotty line | |
In the parking lot of some show | |
She was dancing round clutchin herself | |
She was waitin for her turn to go | |
Her dreadlocks swung down | |
Like shiny golden chains | |
And she looked to be strong and brave | |
My nose was filled with a bouqet of patchouli oil | |
It looked like she had never shaved | |
I knew right away that I was in love | |
And she was the one for me | |
I could not tell if she felt the same way | |
But I know that she had to pee | |
The sunlight shone bright threw that sundress she wore | |
And reflected off the ring in her nose | |
Her ankle bells jingled as she danced around | |
I' m so proud of the line that I chose | |
Then all of the sudden she could not take it no more | |
On that portapotty she wailed and she banged | |
As she started tiltin it back and forth | |
Well, I just raised my head and I sang | |
That pretty little vacant sign showed her face | |
And she blew right in like Peter Pan | |
I wanted to be there when she was done | |
So I went and I peed behind a van | |
Well I did not realize just how much had been drunk | |
I stood there for the length of the song | |
Well I zipped up | |
Went back to that portapotty | |
But my sweet little lover was gone | |
She was dancin round clutchin herself | |
She was waiting for her turn to go |
zuò qǔ : Williams | |
I fell in love in the portapotty line | |
In the parking lot of some show | |
She was dancing round clutchin herself | |
She was waitin for her turn to go | |
Her dreadlocks swung down | |
Like shiny golden chains | |
And she looked to be strong and brave | |
My nose was filled with a bouqet of patchouli oil | |
It looked like she had never shaved | |
I knew right away that I was in love | |
And she was the one for me | |
I could not tell if she felt the same way | |
But I know that she had to pee | |
The sunlight shone bright threw that sundress she wore | |
And reflected off the ring in her nose | |
Her ankle bells jingled as she danced around | |
I' m so proud of the line that I chose | |
Then all of the sudden she could not take it no more | |
On that portapotty she wailed and she banged | |
As she started tiltin it back and forth | |
Well, I just raised my head and I sang | |
That pretty little vacant sign showed her face | |
And she blew right in like Peter Pan | |
I wanted to be there when she was done | |
So I went and I peed behind a van | |
Well I did not realize just how much had been drunk | |
I stood there for the length of the song | |
Well I zipped up | |
Went back to that portapotty | |
But my sweet little lover was gone | |
She was dancin round clutchin herself | |
She was waiting for her turn to go |