| 作词 : Loeb | |
| Lyrics：Lisa Loeb Music：Lisa Loeb | |
| Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed. | |
| Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide. | |
| Shabby tried to comb her hair with the gift from her grandma, her blood. | |
| Tangled she got halfway. | |
| Sticky and powdered with dirt from the ground where her mamma had left her, | |
| had left her, | |
| had left her. | |
| Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed. | |
| Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide, | |
| with your eyes open wide. | |
| Rusty the screen door, she opened it. | |
| Raised from the ground. | |
| Mamma left me her ring, mamma left me no family, | |
| just barstools, and boyfriends, and whiskey at nighttime, and bedtime, | |
| bedtime, | |
| bedtime, | |
| bedtime. | |
| I'll go with the man who looks like my father, | |
| the neighbors all tell me to go with him. | |
| He better take caution, he better take care of me, | |
| 'cause if he don't he, better beware of me. | |
| Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed. | |
| Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide, | |
| with your eyes open wide, | |
| with your eyes open wide, | |
| wide, | |
| wide, | |
| wide, | |
| eyes open wide. |
| zuo ci : Loeb | |
| Lyrics: Lisa Loeb Music: Lisa Loeb | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes closed. | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes open wide. | |
| Shabby tried to comb her hair with the gift from her grandma, her blood. | |
| Tangled she got halfway. | |
| Sticky and powdered with dirt from the ground where her mamma had left her, | |
| had left her, | |
| had left her. | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes closed. | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes open wide, | |
| with your eyes open wide. | |
| Rusty the screen door, she opened it. | |
| Raised from the ground. | |
| Mamma left me her ring, mamma left me no family, | |
| just barstools, and boyfriends, and whiskey at nighttime, and bedtime, | |
| bedtime, | |
| bedtime, | |
| bedtime. | |
| I' ll go with the man who looks like my father, | |
| the neighbors all tell me to go with him. | |
| He better take caution, he better take care of me, | |
| ' cause if he don' t he, better beware of me. | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes closed. | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes open wide, | |
| with your eyes open wide, | |
| with your eyes open wide, | |
| wide, | |
| wide, | |
| wide, | |
| eyes open wide. |
| zuò cí : Loeb | |
| Lyrics: Lisa Loeb Music: Lisa Loeb | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes closed. | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes open wide. | |
| Shabby tried to comb her hair with the gift from her grandma, her blood. | |
| Tangled she got halfway. | |
| Sticky and powdered with dirt from the ground where her mamma had left her, | |
| had left her, | |
| had left her. | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes closed. | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes open wide, | |
| with your eyes open wide. | |
| Rusty the screen door, she opened it. | |
| Raised from the ground. | |
| Mamma left me her ring, mamma left me no family, | |
| just barstools, and boyfriends, and whiskey at nighttime, and bedtime, | |
| bedtime, | |
| bedtime, | |
| bedtime. | |
| I' ll go with the man who looks like my father, | |
| the neighbors all tell me to go with him. | |
| He better take caution, he better take care of me, | |
| ' cause if he don' t he, better beware of me. | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes closed. | |
| Those were rosecolored times on rides with your eyes open wide, | |
| with your eyes open wide, | |
| with your eyes open wide, | |
| wide, | |
| wide, | |
| wide, | |
| eyes open wide. |
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