歌曲 | 88 Lines About 44 Women |
歌手 | The Nails |
专辑 | Mood Swing |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Campbell, Guthrie, Kaufman ... | |
Deborah was a Catholic girl, | |
she held out to the bitter end. | |
Carla was a different type, | |
she's the one who put it in. | |
Mary was a black girl, | |
and I was afraid of a girl like that. | |
Susan painted pictures sitting down | |
like the Buddhists sat. | |
Reno was an aimless girl, | |
a geographic memory. | |
Cathy was a Jesus-freak, | |
she liked that kind of misery. | |
Vicky had this special way | |
of turning sex into a song. | |
Camella couldn't sing, | |
kept the beat and kept it strong. | |
Xylla was an archetype, | |
the voodoo queen the queen of rap. | |
Joan thought men were second best | |
to masturbating in the bath. | |
Sherri was a feminist, | |
she really had that gift of gab. | |
Kathleen's point of view was this: | |
take whatever you can grab. | |
Seattle was another girl | |
who left her mark upon the map. | |
Karen liked to tie me up, | |
and left me hanging by a strap. | |
Jeannie had this nightclub walk | |
that made grown men feel underage. | |
Mary Ellen who had a son | |
said "I must go," but finally stayed. | |
Gloria the last taboo | |
was shattered by her tongue one night. | |
Mimi brought the taboo back | |
and held it up before the light. | |
Marilyn who knew no shame, | |
was never ever satisfied. | |
Julie came and went so fast, | |
she didn't even say good-bye. | |
Well Rhonda had a house in Venice, | |
lived on brown rice and cocaine. | |
Patty had a house in Houston, | |
shot cough syrup in her veins. | |
Linda thought her life was empty, | |
filled it up with alcohol. | |
Katherine was much too pretty, | |
she didn't do that shit at all. | |
Uh-uh. Not Katherine. | |
Pauline thought that love was simple, | |
turn it on and turn it off. | |
Jean-Marie was complicated, | |
like some French film-maker's plot. | |
Gina was the perfect lady, | |
always kept her stockings straight. | |
Jackie was a rich punk-rocker, | |
silver spoon and a paper plate. | |
Sarah was a modern dancer, | |
lean pristine transparency. | |
Janet wrote bad poetry | |
in a crazy kind of urgency. | |
Tanya Turkish liked to fuck | |
while wearing leather biker boots. | |
Brenda's strange obsession | |
was for certain vegetables and fruits. | |
Roeena was an artist's daughter, | |
the deeper image shook her up. | |
Dee-dee's mother left her father, | |
took his money and his truck. | |
Debbie-Rae had no such problems, | |
perfect Norman Rockwell home. | |
Nina sixteen had a baby, | |
left her parents lived alone. | |
Bobbie joined a new-wave band, | |
and changed her name to Bobbie-sox. | |
Eloise who played guitar, | |
sang songs about whales and cops. | |
Terri didn't give a shit, | |
just a nihilist. | |
Ronnie was much more my style, | |
she wrote songs just like this. | |
Jezebel went forty days | |
drinking nothing but Perrier. | |
Dinah drove her Chevrolet | |
into the San Francisco bay. | |
Judy came from Ohio, | |
she's a Scientologist. | |
Pomerante here's a kiss, | |
I chose you to end this list. | |
Eighty-eight lines about forty-four women |
zuo ci : Campbell, Guthrie, Kaufman ... | |
Deborah was a Catholic girl, | |
she held out to the bitter end. | |
Carla was a different type, | |
she' s the one who put it in. | |
Mary was a black girl, | |
and I was afraid of a girl like that. | |
Susan painted pictures sitting down | |
like the Buddhists sat. | |
Reno was an aimless girl, | |
a geographic memory. | |
Cathy was a Jesusfreak, | |
she liked that kind of misery. | |
Vicky had this special way | |
of turning sex into a song. | |
Camella couldn' t sing, | |
kept the beat and kept it strong. | |
Xylla was an archetype, | |
the voodoo queen the queen of rap. | |
Joan thought men were second best | |
to masturbating in the bath. | |
Sherri was a feminist, | |
she really had that gift of gab. | |
Kathleen' s point of view was this: | |
take whatever you can grab. | |
Seattle was another girl | |
who left her mark upon the map. | |
Karen liked to tie me up, | |
and left me hanging by a strap. | |
Jeannie had this nightclub walk | |
that made grown men feel underage. | |
Mary Ellen who had a son | |
said " I must go," but finally stayed. | |
Gloria the last taboo | |
was shattered by her tongue one night. | |
Mimi brought the taboo back | |
and held it up before the light. | |
Marilyn who knew no shame, | |
was never ever satisfied. | |
Julie came and went so fast, | |
she didn' t even say goodbye. | |
Well Rhonda had a house in Venice, | |
lived on brown rice and cocaine. | |
Patty had a house in Houston, | |
shot cough syrup in her veins. | |
Linda thought her life was empty, | |
filled it up with alcohol. | |
Katherine was much too pretty, | |
she didn' t do that shit at all. | |
Uhuh. Not Katherine. | |
Pauline thought that love was simple, | |
turn it on and turn it off. | |
JeanMarie was complicated, | |
like some French filmmaker' s plot. | |
Gina was the perfect lady, | |
always kept her stockings straight. | |
Jackie was a rich punkrocker, | |
silver spoon and a paper plate. | |
Sarah was a modern dancer, | |
lean pristine transparency. | |
Janet wrote bad poetry | |
in a crazy kind of urgency. | |
Tanya Turkish liked to fuck | |
while wearing leather biker boots. | |
Brenda' s strange obsession | |
was for certain vegetables and fruits. | |
Roeena was an artist' s daughter, | |
the deeper image shook her up. | |
Deedee' s mother left her father, | |
took his money and his truck. | |
DebbieRae had no such problems, | |
perfect Norman Rockwell home. | |
Nina sixteen had a baby, | |
left her parents lived alone. | |
Bobbie joined a newwave band, | |
and changed her name to Bobbiesox. | |
Eloise who played guitar, | |
sang songs about whales and cops. | |
Terri didn' t give a shit, | |
just a nihilist. | |
Ronnie was much more my style, | |
she wrote songs just like this. | |
Jezebel went forty days | |
drinking nothing but Perrier. | |
Dinah drove her Chevrolet | |
into the San Francisco bay. | |
Judy came from Ohio, | |
she' s a Scientologist. | |
Pomerante here' s a kiss, | |
I chose you to end this list. | |
Eightyeight lines about fortyfour women |
zuò cí : Campbell, Guthrie, Kaufman ... | |
Deborah was a Catholic girl, | |
she held out to the bitter end. | |
Carla was a different type, | |
she' s the one who put it in. | |
Mary was a black girl, | |
and I was afraid of a girl like that. | |
Susan painted pictures sitting down | |
like the Buddhists sat. | |
Reno was an aimless girl, | |
a geographic memory. | |
Cathy was a Jesusfreak, | |
she liked that kind of misery. | |
Vicky had this special way | |
of turning sex into a song. | |
Camella couldn' t sing, | |
kept the beat and kept it strong. | |
Xylla was an archetype, | |
the voodoo queen the queen of rap. | |
Joan thought men were second best | |
to masturbating in the bath. | |
Sherri was a feminist, | |
she really had that gift of gab. | |
Kathleen' s point of view was this: | |
take whatever you can grab. | |
Seattle was another girl | |
who left her mark upon the map. | |
Karen liked to tie me up, | |
and left me hanging by a strap. | |
Jeannie had this nightclub walk | |
that made grown men feel underage. | |
Mary Ellen who had a son | |
said " I must go," but finally stayed. | |
Gloria the last taboo | |
was shattered by her tongue one night. | |
Mimi brought the taboo back | |
and held it up before the light. | |
Marilyn who knew no shame, | |
was never ever satisfied. | |
Julie came and went so fast, | |
she didn' t even say goodbye. | |
Well Rhonda had a house in Venice, | |
lived on brown rice and cocaine. | |
Patty had a house in Houston, | |
shot cough syrup in her veins. | |
Linda thought her life was empty, | |
filled it up with alcohol. | |
Katherine was much too pretty, | |
she didn' t do that shit at all. | |
Uhuh. Not Katherine. | |
Pauline thought that love was simple, | |
turn it on and turn it off. | |
JeanMarie was complicated, | |
like some French filmmaker' s plot. | |
Gina was the perfect lady, | |
always kept her stockings straight. | |
Jackie was a rich punkrocker, | |
silver spoon and a paper plate. | |
Sarah was a modern dancer, | |
lean pristine transparency. | |
Janet wrote bad poetry | |
in a crazy kind of urgency. | |
Tanya Turkish liked to fuck | |
while wearing leather biker boots. | |
Brenda' s strange obsession | |
was for certain vegetables and fruits. | |
Roeena was an artist' s daughter, | |
the deeper image shook her up. | |
Deedee' s mother left her father, | |
took his money and his truck. | |
DebbieRae had no such problems, | |
perfect Norman Rockwell home. | |
Nina sixteen had a baby, | |
left her parents lived alone. | |
Bobbie joined a newwave band, | |
and changed her name to Bobbiesox. | |
Eloise who played guitar, | |
sang songs about whales and cops. | |
Terri didn' t give a shit, | |
just a nihilist. | |
Ronnie was much more my style, | |
she wrote songs just like this. | |
Jezebel went forty days | |
drinking nothing but Perrier. | |
Dinah drove her Chevrolet | |
into the San Francisco bay. | |
Judy came from Ohio, | |
she' s a Scientologist. | |
Pomerante here' s a kiss, | |
I chose you to end this list. | |
Eightyeight lines about fortyfour women |