歌曲 | Motorcycle Irene |
歌手 | Moby Grape |
专辑 | Wow |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Spence | |
There she sits a-smokin' | |
Reefer in her mouth | |
Her hair hanging northward | |
As she travels south | |
Dirty, on her | |
Harley(But her nails are clean) | |
Super powered, deflowered | |
Over eighteen | |
IreneI've seen her in the bare | |
Where her tattoos and her chains | |
Wrap around her body | |
Where written are the names | |
Of prisons she's been in | |
And lovers she has seen | |
Curve winding, bump 'n' grindin' | |
Motorcycle | |
IreneGround around like hamburger | |
Layin' an' a splat' | |
Tis Irene, her sheen | |
I seenIn pieces crumpled flat | |
Oh, the feet were in the bushes | |
Her toes were in her hat | |
Stark raven, unshaven | |
Motorcycle | |
IreneThe Hunchback, the cripple | |
Horseman and the fool | |
Prayer books and candles | |
And carpet, cloaks and jewels | |
Knowing all the answers | |
But breakin' all the rules | |
The stark naked, unsacred | |
Motorcycle | |
Irene |
zuo ci : Spence | |
There she sits asmokin' | |
Reefer in her mouth | |
Her hair hanging northward | |
As she travels south | |
Dirty, on her | |
Harley But her nails are clean | |
Super powered, deflowered | |
Over eighteen | |
IreneI' ve seen her in the bare | |
Where her tattoos and her chains | |
Wrap around her body | |
Where written are the names | |
Of prisons she' s been in | |
And lovers she has seen | |
Curve winding, bump ' n' grindin' | |
Motorcycle | |
IreneGround around like hamburger | |
Layin' an' a splat' | |
Tis Irene, her sheen | |
I seenIn pieces crumpled flat | |
Oh, the feet were in the bushes | |
Her toes were in her hat | |
Stark raven, unshaven | |
Motorcycle | |
IreneThe Hunchback, the cripple | |
Horseman and the fool | |
Prayer books and candles | |
And carpet, cloaks and jewels | |
Knowing all the answers | |
But breakin' all the rules | |
The stark naked, unsacred | |
Motorcycle | |
Irene |
zuò cí : Spence | |
There she sits asmokin' | |
Reefer in her mouth | |
Her hair hanging northward | |
As she travels south | |
Dirty, on her | |
Harley But her nails are clean | |
Super powered, deflowered | |
Over eighteen | |
IreneI' ve seen her in the bare | |
Where her tattoos and her chains | |
Wrap around her body | |
Where written are the names | |
Of prisons she' s been in | |
And lovers she has seen | |
Curve winding, bump ' n' grindin' | |
Motorcycle | |
IreneGround around like hamburger | |
Layin' an' a splat' | |
Tis Irene, her sheen | |
I seenIn pieces crumpled flat | |
Oh, the feet were in the bushes | |
Her toes were in her hat | |
Stark raven, unshaven | |
Motorcycle | |
IreneThe Hunchback, the cripple | |
Horseman and the fool | |
Prayer books and candles | |
And carpet, cloaks and jewels | |
Knowing all the answers | |
But breakin' all the rules | |
The stark naked, unsacred | |
Motorcycle | |
Irene |