| Song | The Maven |
| Artist | The Church |
| Album | Sometime Anywhere |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kilbey, Willson-Piper | |
| Here comes the maven, he's coming around | |
| He's such a connoisseur, he's such an autograph hound, yeah | |
| He's got 60 yes-men and they tend to agree | |
| There's a long black book without any eyes | |
| He's got my number but he's got your size, yeah | |
| And if you measure up then a sure trick'll be wise | |
| Just turn the light off when you go (he hates the dark) | |
| Just tell the jury all you know (was just a lark) | |
| We'll send a sign to you over the sea | |
| There goes the maven, sowing his seed | |
| One for the rock, one for the hand that feeds, yeah | |
| He reaps the harvest with his sleight of hand | |
| Just say the magic word and he's at your side | |
| Beware his tender touch, his plans are chilly and wide, yeah | |
| Sleeps through the winter in a white quiet land | |
| Here is the maven, draining the cup | |
| He takes your arm and then he eats you up, yeah | |
| There is a surfeit of everything you crave | |
| Here is the maven, signing the check | |
| He bought us dinner so what the ****ing heck, yeah | |
| There is a surplus of everything you save |
| zuo ci : Kilbey, WillsonPiper | |
| Here comes the maven, he' s coming around | |
| He' s such a connoisseur, he' s such an autograph hound, yeah | |
| He' s got 60 yesmen and they tend to agree | |
| There' s a long black book without any eyes | |
| He' s got my number but he' s got your size, yeah | |
| And if you measure up then a sure trick' ll be wise | |
| Just turn the light off when you go he hates the dark | |
| Just tell the jury all you know was just a lark | |
| We' ll send a sign to you over the sea | |
| There goes the maven, sowing his seed | |
| One for the rock, one for the hand that feeds, yeah | |
| He reaps the harvest with his sleight of hand | |
| Just say the magic word and he' s at your side | |
| Beware his tender touch, his plans are chilly and wide, yeah | |
| Sleeps through the winter in a white quiet land | |
| Here is the maven, draining the cup | |
| He takes your arm and then he eats you up, yeah | |
| There is a surfeit of everything you crave | |
| Here is the maven, signing the check | |
| He bought us dinner so what the ing heck, yeah | |
| There is a surplus of everything you save |
| zuò cí : Kilbey, WillsonPiper | |
| Here comes the maven, he' s coming around | |
| He' s such a connoisseur, he' s such an autograph hound, yeah | |
| He' s got 60 yesmen and they tend to agree | |
| There' s a long black book without any eyes | |
| He' s got my number but he' s got your size, yeah | |
| And if you measure up then a sure trick' ll be wise | |
| Just turn the light off when you go he hates the dark | |
| Just tell the jury all you know was just a lark | |
| We' ll send a sign to you over the sea | |
| There goes the maven, sowing his seed | |
| One for the rock, one for the hand that feeds, yeah | |
| He reaps the harvest with his sleight of hand | |
| Just say the magic word and he' s at your side | |
| Beware his tender touch, his plans are chilly and wide, yeah | |
| Sleeps through the winter in a white quiet land | |
| Here is the maven, draining the cup | |
| He takes your arm and then he eats you up, yeah | |
| There is a surfeit of everything you crave | |
| Here is the maven, signing the check | |
| He bought us dinner so what the ing heck, yeah | |
| There is a surplus of everything you save |