| Song | The Lament of Pretty Baby |
| Artist | Cursive |
| Album | Domestica |
| 作曲 : Cursive | |
| I saw something I was not supposed to see | |
| A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me | |
| (The kitchen door was open a crack, | |
| So naively we peeked inside) | |
| Oh, darling sister, have they hurt you, have they hurt you? | |
| Oh, Pretty Baby, they won't touch you | |
| They won't touch you again | |
| We will fix this incident | |
| I don't want to be seen as a pretty thing | |
| 'Cause it's the pretty things that we're always breaking... | |
| (And now she whispers into the mirror:) I'm broken. | |
| Oh doctor, doctor, can you fix me, can you fix me? | |
| Oh Pretty Baby, you're so naive -- but it comes off so cute | |
| We don't want to fix you | |
| We love you just the way you are | |
| The butterfly pinned to the page | |
| The nightingale locked in the cage -- won't you sing for me? | |
| Sing for me, uh-huh | |
| Yeah, we love you just the way you are | |
| Crushed 'neath fashion magazines | |
| Trampled by circus pony dreams -- won't you kiss me? | |
| Won't you kiss me, uh-huh | |
| Oh please, mister, can't you fix me, can't you fix me? (uh-huh) | |
| Someone, anyone, won't you fix me, won't you fix me? (uh-huh) | |
| Oh, someone, please, the moon has raped me | |
| I can feel it inside me | |
| Oh, mama, please let someone fix me! | |
| Let them fix me, uh-huh | |
| Let them fix me, uh-huh | |
| So cry yourself to sleep | |
| Cry yourself to sleep 'cause I am strong and you are weak | |
| Wait, you are strong, and I am weak | |
| Fuck -- just cry yourself to sleep |
| zuò qǔ : Cursive | |
| I saw something I was not supposed to see | |
| A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me | |
| The kitchen door was open a crack, | |
| So naively we peeked inside | |
| Oh, darling sister, have they hurt you, have they hurt you? | |
| Oh, Pretty Baby, they won' t touch you | |
| They won' t touch you again | |
| We will fix this incident | |
| I don' t want to be seen as a pretty thing | |
| ' Cause it' s the pretty things that we' re always breaking... | |
| And now she whispers into the mirror: I' m broken. | |
| Oh doctor, doctor, can you fix me, can you fix me? | |
| Oh Pretty Baby, you' re so naive but it comes off so cute | |
| We don' t want to fix you | |
| We love you just the way you are | |
| The butterfly pinned to the page | |
| The nightingale locked in the cage won' t you sing for me? | |
| Sing for me, uhhuh | |
| Yeah, we love you just the way you are | |
| Crushed ' neath fashion magazines | |
| Trampled by circus pony dreams won' t you kiss me? | |
| Won' t you kiss me, uhhuh | |
| Oh please, mister, can' t you fix me, can' t you fix me? uhhuh | |
| Someone, anyone, won' t you fix me, won' t you fix me? uhhuh | |
| Oh, someone, please, the moon has raped me | |
| I can feel it inside me | |
| Oh, mama, please let someone fix me! | |
| Let them fix me, uhhuh | |
| Let them fix me, uhhuh | |
| So cry yourself to sleep | |
| Cry yourself to sleep ' cause I am strong and you are weak | |
| Wait, you are strong, and I am weak | |
| Fuck just cry yourself to sleep |