| 歌曲 | Little Baby Nothing (Album Version) |
| 歌手 | Manic Street Preachers |
| 专辑 | Forever Delayed |
| 「LITTLE BABY NOTHING」 | |
| written by James Dean Bradfield / Richard Edwards | |
| Nicholas Allen Jones / Sean Moore | |
| vocal by KOTOKO and Kazuya Takase | |
| No one likes looking at you | |
| Your lack of ego offends male mentality | |
| They need your innocence | |
| To steal vacant love and to destroy | |
| Your beauty and virginity used like toys | |
| My mind is dead, everybody loves me | |
| Wants a slice of me | |
| Hopelessly passive and compatible | |
| Need to belong, oh the roads are scary | |
| So hold me in your arms | |
| I wanna be your only possenssion | |
| Used, used, used by men | |
| All they leave behind is money | |
| Paper made out of broken twisted trees | |
| Your pretty face offends | |
| Because it's something real that I can't touch | |
| Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower | |
| No god reached me, | |
| faded films and loving books | |
| Black and white TV | |
| All the world does not exist for me | |
| And if I'm starving you can feed me lollipops | |
| Your diet will crush me | |
| My life just an old man's memory | |
| Little baby nothing | |
| Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty | |
| Dress your life in Joathing | |
| Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility | |
| Little baby nothing | |
| Sexually free, made up to break up | |
| Assassinated beauty | |
| Moths broken up, quenched at last | |
| The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by | |
| You are pure, you are snow | |
| We are the useless sluts that they mould | |
| Rock n' roll is our epiphany | |
| Culture, alienation, boredom and despair | |
| 【 おわり 】 |
| LITTLE BABY NOTHING | |
| written by James Dean Bradfield Richard Edwards | |
| Nicholas Allen Jones Sean Moore | |
| vocal by KOTOKO and Kazuya Takase | |
| No one likes looking at you | |
| Your lack of ego offends male mentality | |
| They need your innocence | |
| To steal vacant love and to destroy | |
| Your beauty and virginity used like toys | |
| My mind is dead, everybody loves me | |
| Wants a slice of me | |
| Hopelessly passive and compatible | |
| Need to belong, oh the roads are scary | |
| So hold me in your arms | |
| I wanna be your only possenssion | |
| Used, used, used by men | |
| All they leave behind is money | |
| Paper made out of broken twisted trees | |
| Your pretty face offends | |
| Because it' s something real that I can' t touch | |
| Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower | |
| No god reached me, | |
| faded films and loving books | |
| Black and white TV | |
| All the world does not exist for me | |
| And if I' m starving you can feed me lollipops | |
| Your diet will crush me | |
| My life just an old man' s memory | |
| Little baby nothing | |
| Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty | |
| Dress your life in Joathing | |
| Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility | |
| Little baby nothing | |
| Sexually free, made up to break up | |
| Assassinated beauty | |
| Moths broken up, quenched at last | |
| The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by | |
| You are pure, you are snow | |
| We are the useless sluts that they mould | |
| Rock n' roll is our epiphany | |
| Culture, alienation, boredom and despair | |