Song | Almost Rosey |
Artist | Tori Amos |
Album | American Doll Posse |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Amos | |
Just a minute of your time | |
Yes I've been known to delude myself | |
So let me put those rose | |
Colored glasses to the test | |
Now is this real enough for you 'cause blondes here don't jump out of cakes | |
If that never impressed you much | |
Come board this lunatic express | |
Just why do they say | |
Have a nice day anyway | |
We both know they wouldn't mind | |
If I just curled up and died | |
Let's not give that one a try | |
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys | |
Raise those blinds | |
Chin up a happy mask was never | |
Your best disguise | |
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys | |
In no time you will feel almost fine | |
Almost rosey | |
Now some girls here will huddle with | |
No not footballers that are rich | |
But will confide in small white sticks | |
He bats as | |
The Virginian | |
Slim Then | |
I tried once to comply | |
With an authority that would | |
Subsidize my wild side | |
But at this altar was sacrificed | |
Yes you can laugh a femme fatale | |
In a bride's dress now married to | |
The effortlessness of the cracks | |
That lie now in between the facts | |
Now about when violet died | |
The cause still unidentified | |
She thought her love would be enough | |
But you can't seduce seduction | |
Her tentacles of endless want | |
Reach through my corridors | |
And tempt me to taste of her power | |
I sober with the witching hour | |
And when I hear of one more bomb | |
Yes we have all been robbed of song | |
And nightingales who throw their arms up | |
When is enough enough? |
zuo ci : Amos | |
Just a minute of your time | |
Yes I' ve been known to delude myself | |
So let me put those rose | |
Colored glasses to the test | |
Now is this real enough for you ' cause blondes here don' t jump out of cakes | |
If that never impressed you much | |
Come board this lunatic express | |
Just why do they say | |
Have a nice day anyway | |
We both know they wouldn' t mind | |
If I just curled up and died | |
Let' s not give that one a try | |
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys | |
Raise those blinds | |
Chin up a happy mask was never | |
Your best disguise | |
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys | |
In no time you will feel almost fine | |
Almost rosey | |
Now some girls here will huddle with | |
No not footballers that are rich | |
But will confide in small white sticks | |
He bats as | |
The Virginian | |
Slim Then | |
I tried once to comply | |
With an authority that would | |
Subsidize my wild side | |
But at this altar was sacrificed | |
Yes you can laugh a femme fatale | |
In a bride' s dress now married to | |
The effortlessness of the cracks | |
That lie now in between the facts | |
Now about when violet died | |
The cause still unidentified | |
She thought her love would be enough | |
But you can' t seduce seduction | |
Her tentacles of endless want | |
Reach through my corridors | |
And tempt me to taste of her power | |
I sober with the witching hour | |
And when I hear of one more bomb | |
Yes we have all been robbed of song | |
And nightingales who throw their arms up | |
When is enough enough? |
zuò cí : Amos | |
Just a minute of your time | |
Yes I' ve been known to delude myself | |
So let me put those rose | |
Colored glasses to the test | |
Now is this real enough for you ' cause blondes here don' t jump out of cakes | |
If that never impressed you much | |
Come board this lunatic express | |
Just why do they say | |
Have a nice day anyway | |
We both know they wouldn' t mind | |
If I just curled up and died | |
Let' s not give that one a try | |
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys | |
Raise those blinds | |
Chin up a happy mask was never | |
Your best disguise | |
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys | |
In no time you will feel almost fine | |
Almost rosey | |
Now some girls here will huddle with | |
No not footballers that are rich | |
But will confide in small white sticks | |
He bats as | |
The Virginian | |
Slim Then | |
I tried once to comply | |
With an authority that would | |
Subsidize my wild side | |
But at this altar was sacrificed | |
Yes you can laugh a femme fatale | |
In a bride' s dress now married to | |
The effortlessness of the cracks | |
That lie now in between the facts | |
Now about when violet died | |
The cause still unidentified | |
She thought her love would be enough | |
But you can' t seduce seduction | |
Her tentacles of endless want | |
Reach through my corridors | |
And tempt me to taste of her power | |
I sober with the witching hour | |
And when I hear of one more bomb | |
Yes we have all been robbed of song | |
And nightingales who throw their arms up | |
When is enough enough? |