Left Hand Lost Lyrics
| Song | Left Hand Lost |
| Artist | Dory Previn |
| Album | The Art Of Dory Previn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Previn | |
| The left hand is | |
| We always say | |
| The demon devil's side | |
| The left had does | |
| The dirty work | |
| The shameful things | |
| You hide | |
| Judas kissed the left cheek of christ | |
| It's satan's special mark | |
| There were no left-footed animals | |
| Allowed on noah's ark | |
| Left-handed people are impure | |
| They go against the grain | |
| Left-handed children | |
| Play with themselves | |
| And drive themselves insane | |
| I was born left-handed | |
| But the nuns where i went to school | |
| They said it wasn't right so they | |
| Broke me of it | |
| And now i'm right-handed | |
| Just like i'm supposed to be | |
| And now | |
| I'm fine | |
| I'm just fine | |
| Really | |
| Really | |
| But sometimes | |
| I get so low so low | |
| Sometimes | |
| I get so depressed | |
| As though i lost | |
| A part of me that loved me | |
| The part that knew me best | |
| The child in me that cried | |
| To be cherished | |
| The side of me | |
| That tried to be my friend | |
| In the heart of me was living | |
| And loving | |
| But it perished | |
| And i'll never be | |
| Completely me again | |
| My right had fills the china teacups | |
| And needlepoints with old maid aunts | |
| My right hand clings to rosary beads | |
| And waters dying plants | |
| But it's never painted a picture | |
| Nor has it run for president | |
| My left hand | |
| Might have done these things | |
| If its roots | |
| Had not been bent | |
| A sculptor | |
| A poet | |
| It might have been | |
| Instead of a useless thing | |
| To decorate with bangles and bracelets | |
| And my mother's wedding ring | |
| Something | |
| It might have accomplished | |
| Or nothing | |
| But now i'll never know | |
| Oh | |
| My lost | |
| My left | |
| My natural hand | |
| My god | |
| I miss you so |
| zuo qu : Previn | |
| The left hand is | |
| We always say | |
| The demon devil' s side | |
| The left had does | |
| The dirty work | |
| The shameful things | |
| You hide | |
| Judas kissed the left cheek of christ | |
| It' s satan' s special mark | |
| There were no leftfooted animals | |
| Allowed on noah' s ark | |
| Lefthanded people are impure | |
| They go against the grain | |
| Lefthanded children | |
| Play with themselves | |
| And drive themselves insane | |
| I was born lefthanded | |
| But the nuns where i went to school | |
| They said it wasn' t right so they | |
| Broke me of it | |
| And now i' m righthanded | |
| Just like i' m supposed to be | |
| And now | |
| I' m fine | |
| I' m just fine | |
| Really | |
| Really | |
| But sometimes | |
| I get so low so low | |
| Sometimes | |
| I get so depressed | |
| As though i lost | |
| A part of me that loved me | |
| The part that knew me best | |
| The child in me that cried | |
| To be cherished | |
| The side of me | |
| That tried to be my friend | |
| In the heart of me was living | |
| And loving | |
| But it perished | |
| And i' ll never be | |
| Completely me again | |
| My right had fills the china teacups | |
| And needlepoints with old maid aunts | |
| My right hand clings to rosary beads | |
| And waters dying plants | |
| But it' s never painted a picture | |
| Nor has it run for president | |
| My left hand | |
| Might have done these things | |
| If its roots | |
| Had not been bent | |
| A sculptor | |
| A poet | |
| It might have been | |
| Instead of a useless thing | |
| To decorate with bangles and bracelets | |
| And my mother' s wedding ring | |
| Something | |
| It might have accomplished | |
| Or nothing | |
| But now i' ll never know | |
| Oh | |
| My lost | |
| My left | |
| My natural hand | |
| My god | |
| I miss you so |
| zuò qǔ : Previn | |
| The left hand is | |
| We always say | |
| The demon devil' s side | |
| The left had does | |
| The dirty work | |
| The shameful things | |
| You hide | |
| Judas kissed the left cheek of christ | |
| It' s satan' s special mark | |
| There were no leftfooted animals | |
| Allowed on noah' s ark | |
| Lefthanded people are impure | |
| They go against the grain | |
| Lefthanded children | |
| Play with themselves | |
| And drive themselves insane | |
| I was born lefthanded | |
| But the nuns where i went to school | |
| They said it wasn' t right so they | |
| Broke me of it | |
| And now i' m righthanded | |
| Just like i' m supposed to be | |
| And now | |
| I' m fine | |
| I' m just fine | |
| Really | |
| Really | |
| But sometimes | |
| I get so low so low | |
| Sometimes | |
| I get so depressed | |
| As though i lost | |
| A part of me that loved me | |
| The part that knew me best | |
| The child in me that cried | |
| To be cherished | |
| The side of me | |
| That tried to be my friend | |
| In the heart of me was living | |
| And loving | |
| But it perished | |
| And i' ll never be | |
| Completely me again | |
| My right had fills the china teacups | |
| And needlepoints with old maid aunts | |
| My right hand clings to rosary beads | |
| And waters dying plants | |
| But it' s never painted a picture | |
| Nor has it run for president | |
| My left hand | |
| Might have done these things | |
| If its roots | |
| Had not been bent | |
| A sculptor | |
| A poet | |
| It might have been | |
| Instead of a useless thing | |
| To decorate with bangles and bracelets | |
| And my mother' s wedding ring | |
| Something | |
| It might have accomplished | |
| Or nothing | |
| But now i' ll never know | |
| Oh | |
| My lost | |
| My left | |
| My natural hand | |
| My god | |
| I miss you so |
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