歌曲 | No Woman Around |
歌手 | The Philosopher Kings |
专辑 | The Philosopher Kings |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Eaton, Levine, Levine | |
on the main streets and | |
the avenues | |
in the condos white as knuckles, | |
bruised | |
with the carmine of the busy | |
liquor bars | |
there's a dark and mystic beauty | |
to these inner-city girls | |
that slide by in the velvet of | |
their cars | |
through the dance halls and the | |
shopping malls | |
and the subways filled with | |
dresden dolls | |
to the school of fallen angels on | |
the ground | |
the whole city's just an | |
expensive whore | |
a forest nymph with a pompadour | |
but there ain't no woman around | |
no there ain't no woman around, | |
no there ain't no woman around | |
I'm surrounded by these girls | |
but there just ain't no | |
woman around | |
and the girl that fills my bed | |
will hear the words I should've said | |
to the only true love I ever found | |
I'll pretend that make-up in | |
her purse | |
is a day-dream, not a curse | |
that comes just to kick me down | |
and I can still taste the youth of | |
her kiss | |
maybe it's the childhood | |
that I missed | |
the first time around | |
there's a weird shape to | |
her charms | |
there's a strange meat on her arms | |
but there ain't no woman around | |
no there ain't no woman around, | |
no there ain't no woman around | |
I'm surrounded by these girls | |
but there just ain't no | |
woman around | |
sometimes I feel I'm running like a | |
fever through the night and | |
I've run myself straight into | |
the ground | |
I miss your smile, your name and | |
your breath on my skin and I'm | |
lost and alone in this crowd | |
from the locks and curls and | |
strings of pearls | |
to the drunk and eager jelly girls | |
it's an all-day floorshow | |
matinee in town | |
and it suddenly occurs | |
that I'm surrounded by these girls | |
but there ain't no woman around |
zuo qu : Eaton, Levine, Levine | |
on the main streets and | |
the avenues | |
in the condos white as knuckles, | |
bruised | |
with the carmine of the busy | |
liquor bars | |
there' s a dark and mystic beauty | |
to these innercity girls | |
that slide by in the velvet of | |
their cars | |
through the dance halls and the | |
shopping malls | |
and the subways filled with | |
dresden dolls | |
to the school of fallen angels on | |
the ground | |
the whole city' s just an | |
expensive whore | |
a forest nymph with a pompadour | |
but there ain' t no woman around | |
no there ain' t no woman around, | |
no there ain' t no woman around | |
I' m surrounded by these girls | |
but there just ain' t no | |
woman around | |
and the girl that fills my bed | |
will hear the words I should' ve said | |
to the only true love I ever found | |
I' ll pretend that makeup in | |
her purse | |
is a daydream, not a curse | |
that comes just to kick me down | |
and I can still taste the youth of | |
her kiss | |
maybe it' s the childhood | |
that I missed | |
the first time around | |
there' s a weird shape to | |
her charms | |
there' s a strange meat on her arms | |
but there ain' t no woman around | |
no there ain' t no woman around, | |
no there ain' t no woman around | |
I' m surrounded by these girls | |
but there just ain' t no | |
woman around | |
sometimes I feel I' m running like a | |
fever through the night and | |
I' ve run myself straight into | |
the ground | |
I miss your smile, your name and | |
your breath on my skin and I' m | |
lost and alone in this crowd | |
from the locks and curls and | |
strings of pearls | |
to the drunk and eager jelly girls | |
it' s an allday floorshow | |
matinee in town | |
and it suddenly occurs | |
that I' m surrounded by these girls | |
but there ain' t no woman around |
zuò qǔ : Eaton, Levine, Levine | |
on the main streets and | |
the avenues | |
in the condos white as knuckles, | |
bruised | |
with the carmine of the busy | |
liquor bars | |
there' s a dark and mystic beauty | |
to these innercity girls | |
that slide by in the velvet of | |
their cars | |
through the dance halls and the | |
shopping malls | |
and the subways filled with | |
dresden dolls | |
to the school of fallen angels on | |
the ground | |
the whole city' s just an | |
expensive whore | |
a forest nymph with a pompadour | |
but there ain' t no woman around | |
no there ain' t no woman around, | |
no there ain' t no woman around | |
I' m surrounded by these girls | |
but there just ain' t no | |
woman around | |
and the girl that fills my bed | |
will hear the words I should' ve said | |
to the only true love I ever found | |
I' ll pretend that makeup in | |
her purse | |
is a daydream, not a curse | |
that comes just to kick me down | |
and I can still taste the youth of | |
her kiss | |
maybe it' s the childhood | |
that I missed | |
the first time around | |
there' s a weird shape to | |
her charms | |
there' s a strange meat on her arms | |
but there ain' t no woman around | |
no there ain' t no woman around, | |
no there ain' t no woman around | |
I' m surrounded by these girls | |
but there just ain' t no | |
woman around | |
sometimes I feel I' m running like a | |
fever through the night and | |
I' ve run myself straight into | |
the ground | |
I miss your smile, your name and | |
your breath on my skin and I' m | |
lost and alone in this crowd | |
from the locks and curls and | |
strings of pearls | |
to the drunk and eager jelly girls | |
it' s an allday floorshow | |
matinee in town | |
and it suddenly occurs | |
that I' m surrounded by these girls | |
but there ain' t no woman around |