歌曲 | Tortured Artist |
歌手 | Widespread Panic |
专辑 | Ball |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Widespread Panic | |
Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girl | |
She's got a tattoo, said she remembers you | |
Oh, one day waitin' out the rain | |
She embroidered the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeve | |
Laugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn't dare laugh at yourself | |
What a surprise | |
Happy, happy birthday to you | |
Oh you're mama's little dream come true | |
She painted the colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepee | |
Likes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky | |
Drinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetry | |
Laughs out loud as movie stars shed their tears | |
In her sleep, she dreams with melancholoy | |
And I know, I know I'm just like you | |
I was leaving in a way, I'm already gone | |
Still young, though, oozing to the radio | |
Oh, like poetry, a tired cowboy | |
Who just let his horse run free | |
I know, ooh, I'm just like you | |
Not goin' anywhere. | |
Feel near gone, | |
There's a van passing fast | |
Moving in stereo | |
Barely see her face | |
Or maybe outline | |
I'm not, I can barely see | |
Even as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so long | |
Laughing loud |
zuo ci : Widespread Panic | |
Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girl | |
She' s got a tattoo, said she remembers you | |
Oh, one day waitin' out the rain | |
She embroidered the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeve | |
Laugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn' t dare laugh at yourself | |
What a surprise | |
Happy, happy birthday to you | |
Oh you' re mama' s little dream come true | |
She painted the colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepee | |
Likes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky | |
Drinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetry | |
Laughs out loud as movie stars shed their tears | |
In her sleep, she dreams with melancholoy | |
And I know, I know I' m just like you | |
I was leaving in a way, I' m already gone | |
Still young, though, oozing to the radio | |
Oh, like poetry, a tired cowboy | |
Who just let his horse run free | |
I know, ooh, I' m just like you | |
Not goin' anywhere. | |
Feel near gone, | |
There' s a van passing fast | |
Moving in stereo | |
Barely see her face | |
Or maybe outline | |
I' m not, I can barely see | |
Even as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so long | |
Laughing loud |
zuò cí : Widespread Panic | |
Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girl | |
She' s got a tattoo, said she remembers you | |
Oh, one day waitin' out the rain | |
She embroidered the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeve | |
Laugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn' t dare laugh at yourself | |
What a surprise | |
Happy, happy birthday to you | |
Oh you' re mama' s little dream come true | |
She painted the colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepee | |
Likes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky | |
Drinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetry | |
Laughs out loud as movie stars shed their tears | |
In her sleep, she dreams with melancholoy | |
And I know, I know I' m just like you | |
I was leaving in a way, I' m already gone | |
Still young, though, oozing to the radio | |
Oh, like poetry, a tired cowboy | |
Who just let his horse run free | |
I know, ooh, I' m just like you | |
Not goin' anywhere. | |
Feel near gone, | |
There' s a van passing fast | |
Moving in stereo | |
Barely see her face | |
Or maybe outline | |
I' m not, I can barely see | |
Even as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so long | |
Laughing loud |