Song | Autumngirlsoup |
Artist | Kirsty MacColl |
Album | Tropical Brainstorm |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : MacColl | |
I'm an autumn girl, flying over london | |
With the trees on fire it looks like home | |
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
Cause i need some love to cook my frozen bones | |
You needed something to get your teeth into | |
And in my voodoo kitchen you said | |
"i've got something to show you, | |
It's a recipe handed down from father to son | |
For a thousand years, and it goes with those hot salt tears." | |
I'm an autumn girl, crying over london | |
With a heart on fire but no-one home | |
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
Cause i need some love to heat my frozen bones | |
Get me on the boil and reduce me | |
To a simmering wreck with a slow kiss | |
To the back of my neck | |
Carve up my heart on a very low flame | |
Separate my feelings then pour them down the drain | |
Close my eyes and sweeten me with lies | |
Pierce my skin with a few well chosen words | |
Now you can stuff me with whatever you've got handy | |
And on a cold grey day a cold grey man will do | |
I'm an autumn girl, flying over london | |
With the trees on fire it looks like home | |
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
Cause i need some love to heat my frozen bones | |
So give me something to whet my appetite | |
And chill my soul with a sudden lack of interest | |
Oh, but the winter freezes on and the candle's burned low | |
Fill me with the hot stuff then say you've got to go | |
Take my mind, marinade it in red wine | |
Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin | |
And i will let you in | |
Oh on a long dark night a long dark man might ... |
zuo ci : MacColl | |
I' m an autumn girl, flying over london | |
With the trees on fire it looks like home | |
I' m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
Cause i need some love to cook my frozen bones | |
You needed something to get your teeth into | |
And in my voodoo kitchen you said | |
" i' ve got something to show you, | |
It' s a recipe handed down from father to son | |
For a thousand years, and it goes with those hot salt tears." | |
I' m an autumn girl, crying over london | |
With a heart on fire but noone home | |
I' m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
Cause i need some love to heat my frozen bones | |
Get me on the boil and reduce me | |
To a simmering wreck with a slow kiss | |
To the back of my neck | |
Carve up my heart on a very low flame | |
Separate my feelings then pour them down the drain | |
Close my eyes and sweeten me with lies | |
Pierce my skin with a few well chosen words | |
Now you can stuff me with whatever you' ve got handy | |
And on a cold grey day a cold grey man will do | |
I' m an autumn girl, flying over london | |
With the trees on fire it looks like home | |
I' m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
Cause i need some love to heat my frozen bones | |
So give me something to whet my appetite | |
And chill my soul with a sudden lack of interest | |
Oh, but the winter freezes on and the candle' s burned low | |
Fill me with the hot stuff then say you' ve got to go | |
Take my mind, marinade it in red wine | |
Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin | |
And i will let you in | |
Oh on a long dark night a long dark man might ... |
zuò cí : MacColl | |
I' m an autumn girl, flying over london | |
With the trees on fire it looks like home | |
I' m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
Cause i need some love to cook my frozen bones | |
You needed something to get your teeth into | |
And in my voodoo kitchen you said | |
" i' ve got something to show you, | |
It' s a recipe handed down from father to son | |
For a thousand years, and it goes with those hot salt tears." | |
I' m an autumn girl, crying over london | |
With a heart on fire but noone home | |
I' m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
Cause i need some love to heat my frozen bones | |
Get me on the boil and reduce me | |
To a simmering wreck with a slow kiss | |
To the back of my neck | |
Carve up my heart on a very low flame | |
Separate my feelings then pour them down the drain | |
Close my eyes and sweeten me with lies | |
Pierce my skin with a few well chosen words | |
Now you can stuff me with whatever you' ve got handy | |
And on a cold grey day a cold grey man will do | |
I' m an autumn girl, flying over london | |
With the trees on fire it looks like home | |
I' m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
Cause i need some love to heat my frozen bones | |
So give me something to whet my appetite | |
And chill my soul with a sudden lack of interest | |
Oh, but the winter freezes on and the candle' s burned low | |
Fill me with the hot stuff then say you' ve got to go | |
Take my mind, marinade it in red wine | |
Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin | |
And i will let you in | |
Oh on a long dark night a long dark man might ... |