Song | Red Shoes By The Drugstore |
Artist | Tom Waits |
Album | Blue Valentine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Waits | |
she wore red shoes by the newstand | |
as the rain splashed the nickle | |
spilled like chablis along the midway | |
theres a little bluejay | |
in a red dress, on a sad night | |
one straw in a rootbeer | |
a compact with a cracked mirror | |
and a bottle of evening in paris perfume | |
whats this sad tune | |
he told her to wait by the magazines | |
he had to take care of some business it seems | |
bring a raincoat | |
and a suitcase | |
and your dark eyes | |
and wear those red shoes | |
theres a dark huddle at the bus stop | |
unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet | |
Li'l cesar got caught | |
he has going down to second | |
he has cooled | |
changing stations on the chamber | |
to steal a diamond | |
from a jewelry store for his baby | |
he loved the way she looked | |
in those red shoes | |
she waited by the drugstore | |
cesaer had never been late before | |
and the dogs bayed the moon | |
and rattled their chains | |
and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle | |
was the burgler alarm | |
snitchin on cesaer | |
note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks | |
and the hounds splash down the nickle | |
full of soldiers | |
and santa claus is drunk in the ski room | |
and it's christmas eve | |
in a sad cafe | |
when the moon gets this way | |
ther's a little blue my | |
by the newstand | |
wearing red shoes | |
so meet me tonight by the drugstore | |
w're goin' out tonight | |
wear your red shoes |
zuo ci : Waits | |
she wore red shoes by the newstand | |
as the rain splashed the nickle | |
spilled like chablis along the midway | |
theres a little bluejay | |
in a red dress, on a sad night | |
one straw in a rootbeer | |
a compact with a cracked mirror | |
and a bottle of evening in paris perfume | |
whats this sad tune | |
he told her to wait by the magazines | |
he had to take care of some business it seems | |
bring a raincoat | |
and a suitcase | |
and your dark eyes | |
and wear those red shoes | |
theres a dark huddle at the bus stop | |
unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet | |
Li' l cesar got caught | |
he has going down to second | |
he has cooled | |
changing stations on the chamber | |
to steal a diamond | |
from a jewelry store for his baby | |
he loved the way she looked | |
in those red shoes | |
she waited by the drugstore | |
cesaer had never been late before | |
and the dogs bayed the moon | |
and rattled their chains | |
and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle | |
was the burgler alarm | |
snitchin on cesaer | |
note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks | |
and the hounds splash down the nickle | |
full of soldiers | |
and santa claus is drunk in the ski room | |
and it' s christmas eve | |
in a sad cafe | |
when the moon gets this way | |
ther' s a little blue my | |
by the newstand | |
wearing red shoes | |
so meet me tonight by the drugstore | |
w' re goin' out tonight | |
wear your red shoes |
zuò cí : Waits | |
she wore red shoes by the newstand | |
as the rain splashed the nickle | |
spilled like chablis along the midway | |
theres a little bluejay | |
in a red dress, on a sad night | |
one straw in a rootbeer | |
a compact with a cracked mirror | |
and a bottle of evening in paris perfume | |
whats this sad tune | |
he told her to wait by the magazines | |
he had to take care of some business it seems | |
bring a raincoat | |
and a suitcase | |
and your dark eyes | |
and wear those red shoes | |
theres a dark huddle at the bus stop | |
unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet | |
Li' l cesar got caught | |
he has going down to second | |
he has cooled | |
changing stations on the chamber | |
to steal a diamond | |
from a jewelry store for his baby | |
he loved the way she looked | |
in those red shoes | |
she waited by the drugstore | |
cesaer had never been late before | |
and the dogs bayed the moon | |
and rattled their chains | |
and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle | |
was the burgler alarm | |
snitchin on cesaer | |
note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks | |
and the hounds splash down the nickle | |
full of soldiers | |
and santa claus is drunk in the ski room | |
and it' s christmas eve | |
in a sad cafe | |
when the moon gets this way | |
ther' s a little blue my | |
by the newstand | |
wearing red shoes | |
so meet me tonight by the drugstore | |
w' re goin' out tonight | |
wear your red shoes |