Song | Courtesans |
Artist | The Magnetic Fields |
Album | Distortion |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Merritt | |
Well, courtesans shed no tears | |
When you leave them high and dry | |
They just go on, they just go on | |
To the next guy' | |
Cause courtesans only want | |
Compensation for their time | |
A few kind words, a few kind words | |
They need not rhyme | |
A sable coat, maybe a hat | |
Oh, I wish | |
I could be like that | |
But courtesans are not like me | |
They don't take love very hard | |
Their hearts are free, their hearts are free | |
How avant-garde | |
If no one loves them when they're old | |
They'll sit and count their chains of gold | |
You say you'll love them till you die | |
And they don't care if it's a lie' | |
Cause courtesans don't believe | |
In anybody but themselves | |
And Santa | |
Claus, and | |
Santa Claus | |
And his twelve elves |
zuo ci : Merritt | |
Well, courtesans shed no tears | |
When you leave them high and dry | |
They just go on, they just go on | |
To the next guy' | |
Cause courtesans only want | |
Compensation for their time | |
A few kind words, a few kind words | |
They need not rhyme | |
A sable coat, maybe a hat | |
Oh, I wish | |
I could be like that | |
But courtesans are not like me | |
They don' t take love very hard | |
Their hearts are free, their hearts are free | |
How avantgarde | |
If no one loves them when they' re old | |
They' ll sit and count their chains of gold | |
You say you' ll love them till you die | |
And they don' t care if it' s a lie' | |
Cause courtesans don' t believe | |
In anybody but themselves | |
And Santa | |
Claus, and | |
Santa Claus | |
And his twelve elves |
zuò cí : Merritt | |
Well, courtesans shed no tears | |
When you leave them high and dry | |
They just go on, they just go on | |
To the next guy' | |
Cause courtesans only want | |
Compensation for their time | |
A few kind words, a few kind words | |
They need not rhyme | |
A sable coat, maybe a hat | |
Oh, I wish | |
I could be like that | |
But courtesans are not like me | |
They don' t take love very hard | |
Their hearts are free, their hearts are free | |
How avantgarde | |
If no one loves them when they' re old | |
They' ll sit and count their chains of gold | |
You say you' ll love them till you die | |
And they don' t care if it' s a lie' | |
Cause courtesans don' t believe | |
In anybody but themselves | |
And Santa | |
Claus, and | |
Santa Claus | |
And his twelve elves |