Your Gold Teeth

	作词 : Becker, Fagen
	Got a feeling
	I've been here before
	Watching as you cross the killing floor
	You know you'll have to pay it all
	You'll pay today or pay tomorrow
	You fasten up your beaded gown
	Then you try to tie me down
	Do you work it out one by one
	Or played in combination
	You throw out your gold teeth
	Do you see how they roll
	I have seen your iron and your brass
	Can't you see it shine behind the glass
	Your fortune is your roving eye
	Your mouth and legs
	Your gift for the runaround
	Torture is the main attraction
	I don't need that kind of action
	You don't have to dance for me
	I've seen your dance before
	Do you throw out your gold teeth
	Do you see how they roll
	Tobacco they grow in
	Peking In the
	Year of the
	Locust You'll see a sad thing
	Even Cathy
	Berberian knows
	There's one roulade she can't sing
	Dumb luck my friend
	Won't suck me in this time
	Got a feeling
	I've been here before
	Won't you let me help you find the door
	All you got to do is use
	Your silver shoes
	A gift for the runaround
	Use your knack darlin'
	Take one step back darlin'
	There ain't nothing in
	Chicago For a monkey woman to do
	Do you throw out your gold teeth
	Do you see how they roll

	zuò cí : Becker, Fagen
	Got a feeling
	I' ve been here before
	Watching as you cross the killing floor
	You know you' ll have to pay it all
	You' ll pay today or pay tomorrow
	You fasten up your beaded gown
	Then you try to tie me down
	Do you work it out one by one
	Or played in combination
	You throw out your gold teeth
	Do you see how they roll
	I have seen your iron and your brass
	Can' t you see it shine behind the glass
	Your fortune is your roving eye
	Your mouth and legs
	Your gift for the runaround
	Torture is the main attraction
	I don' t need that kind of action
	You don' t have to dance for me
	I' ve seen your dance before
	Do you throw out your gold teeth
	Do you see how they roll
	Tobacco they grow in
	Peking In the
	Year of the
	Locust You' ll see a sad thing
	Even Cathy
	Berberian knows
	There' s one roulade she can' t sing
	Dumb luck my friend
	Won' t suck me in this time
	Got a feeling
	I' ve been here before
	Won' t you let me help you find the door
	All you got to do is use
	Your silver shoes
	A gift for the runaround
	Use your knack darlin'
	Take one step back darlin'
	There ain' t nothing in
	Chicago For a monkey woman to do
	Do you throw out your gold teeth
	Do you see how they roll