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zuò cí : Ray Evans Jay Livingston |
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East is East |
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And West is West |
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And the wrong one I have chose. |
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Let' s go where I' ll keep on wearin those frills and flowers and butons and bows, |
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Rings and things and buttons and bows. |
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Don' t bury me in this prairie, |
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Take me where the cement grows. |
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Let' s move down to some big town where they love a gal by the cut of her clothes, |
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And I' ll stand out in buttons and bows. |
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I love you in buckskin or skirts that you' ve homespun |
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But I' ll love ya longer, stronger, |
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Where your friends don' t tote a gun. |
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My bones denounce the buckboard bounce and the cactus hurts my toes. |
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Let' s vamoose whtere gals keep usin' those silks and satins and linen that shows, |
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And I' m all yours in buttons and bows. |
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Glim me eastern trimmi n' where wonen are wonen in high silk hose and peekaboo clothes, |
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And French perfume, that rocks the room, |
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And I' m all yours in Buttons and Bows, |
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Buttons and Bows, Buttons and Bows. |
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gē cí dà yì: |
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bié bǎ wǒ mái zài huāng cǎo gōu, |
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dài wǒ qù zhǎo shuǐ ní lóu. |
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jǐn guǎn chéng lǐ de gū niáng men, |
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chuān dài piào liàng ér kǎo jiū, |
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dàn wǒ què ài nǐ chuān nà zì jǐ zhī de tǔ bù yī qún, |
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zài pèi shàng wǒ chuān dài zhe nà tè yǒu de niǔ kòu hé lǐng jié, |
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tài bàng le. |