Song | Woman Sawed In Half |
Artist | John Hiatt |
Album | Little Head |
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作词 : Hiatt | |
She was a woman sawed in half | |
It was done by a bad magician | |
There was a point at which she just had to laugh | |
You could appreciate her position | |
Her legs in one way, and her head another | |
She just kept thinking about walking away | |
They tried to put her back together underneath the cover | |
But her heart kept getting in, getting in the way | |
She was a woman sawed in half | |
Lets cut to the chase, love, this was showtime | |
And he was sweating bullets, and walking on glass | |
Somewhere between the evening news and tomorrow's headline | |
(buzz awhile..) | |
She was a woman sawed in half | |
It was done by a bad magician | |
Yeah, it was a clear cut thing, no, you didn't have to ask | |
She was gonna have to make her own decisions | |
Her legs got up and walked away, and her head came rolling | |
Oh, the room was painted black night, and turning dayglow | |
She wound up in two places at once, her heart was swollen | |
He played his musical saw in the streets of san diego | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
She was a woman sawed in half, her legs in tijuana | |
She was a bodyless head and trapeze artist in a circus in bombay | |
Now a woman's gonna do exactly what a woman's gonna | |
Yeah, some bad magicians wouldn't have it any other way | |
She holds on to that trapeze by the skin of her teeth, or so they say | |
Repeat verse |
zuo ci : Hiatt | |
She was a woman sawed in half | |
It was done by a bad magician | |
There was a point at which she just had to laugh | |
You could appreciate her position | |
Her legs in one way, and her head another | |
She just kept thinking about walking away | |
They tried to put her back together underneath the cover | |
But her heart kept getting in, getting in the way | |
She was a woman sawed in half | |
Lets cut to the chase, love, this was showtime | |
And he was sweating bullets, and walking on glass | |
Somewhere between the evening news and tomorrow' s headline | |
buzz awhile.. | |
She was a woman sawed in half | |
It was done by a bad magician | |
Yeah, it was a clear cut thing, no, you didn' t have to ask | |
She was gonna have to make her own decisions | |
Her legs got up and walked away, and her head came rolling | |
Oh, the room was painted black night, and turning dayglow | |
She wound up in two places at once, her heart was swollen | |
He played his musical saw in the streets of san diego | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
She was a woman sawed in half, her legs in tijuana | |
She was a bodyless head and trapeze artist in a circus in bombay | |
Now a woman' s gonna do exactly what a woman' s gonna | |
Yeah, some bad magicians wouldn' t have it any other way | |
She holds on to that trapeze by the skin of her teeth, or so they say | |
Repeat verse |
zuò cí : Hiatt | |
She was a woman sawed in half | |
It was done by a bad magician | |
There was a point at which she just had to laugh | |
You could appreciate her position | |
Her legs in one way, and her head another | |
She just kept thinking about walking away | |
They tried to put her back together underneath the cover | |
But her heart kept getting in, getting in the way | |
She was a woman sawed in half | |
Lets cut to the chase, love, this was showtime | |
And he was sweating bullets, and walking on glass | |
Somewhere between the evening news and tomorrow' s headline | |
buzz awhile.. | |
She was a woman sawed in half | |
It was done by a bad magician | |
Yeah, it was a clear cut thing, no, you didn' t have to ask | |
She was gonna have to make her own decisions | |
Her legs got up and walked away, and her head came rolling | |
Oh, the room was painted black night, and turning dayglow | |
She wound up in two places at once, her heart was swollen | |
He played his musical saw in the streets of san diego | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya | |
She was a woman sawed in half, her legs in tijuana | |
She was a bodyless head and trapeze artist in a circus in bombay | |
Now a woman' s gonna do exactly what a woman' s gonna | |
Yeah, some bad magicians wouldn' t have it any other way | |
She holds on to that trapeze by the skin of her teeth, or so they say | |
Repeat verse |