Song | Nocturnal Stumblebutt |
Artist | Loudon Wainwright III |
Album | A Live One |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wainwright | |
Well it's 3am, and so I creep | |
Around the house 'cause you're asleep | |
I can't sleep, I gotta smoke | |
I think I left some in my coat | |
No they're not there, but there's a chance | |
I left some in a packet in my pants | |
Bumped into the table, just below the belt | |
If you were a man baby you'd know how that felt | |
Just one thing I don't want to do | |
And that one thing is to wake up you | |
My hands are shaking, my brow it is damp | |
Bumped into the chair, knocked over the lamp | |
Bumped into the chair, knocked over the lamp | |
Sure I know where some cigarettes are | |
But it's too cold outside to go to the car | |
I know this habit of mine, it's gotta be fed | |
I'm gonna get down I'm gonna scrounge around under the bed | |
Under the bed, down on the floor | |
Up on top baby I can hear you snore | |
Snore baby... ooooooh | |
Snore baby... ooooooh | |
Eureka! I'm in luck | |
I found some matches and a crumpled butt | |
And just to show I love you | |
I'm not gonna look for an ashtray baby, I'm gonna use your shoe! |
zuo ci : Wainwright | |
Well it' s 3am, and so I creep | |
Around the house ' cause you' re asleep | |
I can' t sleep, I gotta smoke | |
I think I left some in my coat | |
No they' re not there, but there' s a chance | |
I left some in a packet in my pants | |
Bumped into the table, just below the belt | |
If you were a man baby you' d know how that felt | |
Just one thing I don' t want to do | |
And that one thing is to wake up you | |
My hands are shaking, my brow it is damp | |
Bumped into the chair, knocked over the lamp | |
Bumped into the chair, knocked over the lamp | |
Sure I know where some cigarettes are | |
But it' s too cold outside to go to the car | |
I know this habit of mine, it' s gotta be fed | |
I' m gonna get down I' m gonna scrounge around under the bed | |
Under the bed, down on the floor | |
Up on top baby I can hear you snore | |
Snore baby... ooooooh | |
Snore baby... ooooooh | |
Eureka! I' m in luck | |
I found some matches and a crumpled butt | |
And just to show I love you | |
I' m not gonna look for an ashtray baby, I' m gonna use your shoe! |
zuò cí : Wainwright | |
Well it' s 3am, and so I creep | |
Around the house ' cause you' re asleep | |
I can' t sleep, I gotta smoke | |
I think I left some in my coat | |
No they' re not there, but there' s a chance | |
I left some in a packet in my pants | |
Bumped into the table, just below the belt | |
If you were a man baby you' d know how that felt | |
Just one thing I don' t want to do | |
And that one thing is to wake up you | |
My hands are shaking, my brow it is damp | |
Bumped into the chair, knocked over the lamp | |
Bumped into the chair, knocked over the lamp | |
Sure I know where some cigarettes are | |
But it' s too cold outside to go to the car | |
I know this habit of mine, it' s gotta be fed | |
I' m gonna get down I' m gonna scrounge around under the bed | |
Under the bed, down on the floor | |
Up on top baby I can hear you snore | |
Snore baby... ooooooh | |
Snore baby... ooooooh | |
Eureka! I' m in luck | |
I found some matches and a crumpled butt | |
And just to show I love you | |
I' m not gonna look for an ashtray baby, I' m gonna use your shoe! |