Song | Girl From a Pawnshop |
Artist | The Black Crowes |
Album | Croweology |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Robinson, Robinson | |
With pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown | |
She sat silent at the table | |
Her boots were brown, well, should she leave town | |
To play the role of lover ex-patriot? | |
A nod to the waiter, always her flirty behavior | |
You know she always gets one on the house | |
And she pulls out a letter from a bag that's under her sweater | |
And before she reads, she straightens her blouse | |
There's a passion in being alone | |
A grace in a loveless time | |
There is no new cross, there is no new sign | |
Only the sun and the changing tide | |
Out of respect, well, | |
I really must confess | |
I never lost your number, | |
I never lost your address | |
And if we remain friends at best, sometime later no, no, not yet | |
We'll smile and remember it like this | |
She put back the letter, one tear falls like a feather | |
And disappears on the bar room floor | |
The gratuity included, you know | |
The letter concluded, "P.S. and all my love" | |
There's a passion in being alone | |
A grace in a loveless time | |
There is no new cross, there's no new sign | |
Only the sun and the changing tide | |
Out of respect, well, | |
I really must confess | |
I never lost your number, | |
I never lost your address | |
We remain friends at best, sometime later no, no, not yet | |
We'll smile and remember it like this | |
Well, I'm gon' remember you, baby | |
I said, P. | |
S., all my love | |
Said, P.S., all my love | |
P.S., all my love | |
I gotta say, | |
P.S., all my love | |
Yeah, all my love |
zuo ci : Robinson, Robinson | |
With pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown | |
She sat silent at the table | |
Her boots were brown, well, should she leave town | |
To play the role of lover expatriot? | |
A nod to the waiter, always her flirty behavior | |
You know she always gets one on the house | |
And she pulls out a letter from a bag that' s under her sweater | |
And before she reads, she straightens her blouse | |
There' s a passion in being alone | |
A grace in a loveless time | |
There is no new cross, there is no new sign | |
Only the sun and the changing tide | |
Out of respect, well, | |
I really must confess | |
I never lost your number, | |
I never lost your address | |
And if we remain friends at best, sometime later no, no, not yet | |
We' ll smile and remember it like this | |
She put back the letter, one tear falls like a feather | |
And disappears on the bar room floor | |
The gratuity included, you know | |
The letter concluded, " P. S. and all my love" | |
There' s a passion in being alone | |
A grace in a loveless time | |
There is no new cross, there' s no new sign | |
Only the sun and the changing tide | |
Out of respect, well, | |
I really must confess | |
I never lost your number, | |
I never lost your address | |
We remain friends at best, sometime later no, no, not yet | |
We' ll smile and remember it like this | |
Well, I' m gon' remember you, baby | |
I said, P. | |
S., all my love | |
Said, P. S., all my love | |
P. S., all my love | |
I gotta say, | |
P. S., all my love | |
Yeah, all my love |
zuò cí : Robinson, Robinson | |
With pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown | |
She sat silent at the table | |
Her boots were brown, well, should she leave town | |
To play the role of lover expatriot? | |
A nod to the waiter, always her flirty behavior | |
You know she always gets one on the house | |
And she pulls out a letter from a bag that' s under her sweater | |
And before she reads, she straightens her blouse | |
There' s a passion in being alone | |
A grace in a loveless time | |
There is no new cross, there is no new sign | |
Only the sun and the changing tide | |
Out of respect, well, | |
I really must confess | |
I never lost your number, | |
I never lost your address | |
And if we remain friends at best, sometime later no, no, not yet | |
We' ll smile and remember it like this | |
She put back the letter, one tear falls like a feather | |
And disappears on the bar room floor | |
The gratuity included, you know | |
The letter concluded, " P. S. and all my love" | |
There' s a passion in being alone | |
A grace in a loveless time | |
There is no new cross, there' s no new sign | |
Only the sun and the changing tide | |
Out of respect, well, | |
I really must confess | |
I never lost your number, | |
I never lost your address | |
We remain friends at best, sometime later no, no, not yet | |
We' ll smile and remember it like this | |
Well, I' m gon' remember you, baby | |
I said, P. | |
S., all my love | |
Said, P. S., all my love | |
P. S., all my love | |
I gotta say, | |
P. S., all my love | |
Yeah, all my love |