歌曲 | Melancholy Polly |
歌手 | Allison Moorer |
专辑 | The Duel |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Moorer, Primm | |
Melancholy Polly spills her guts on stage | |
She can't get her jollies any other way | |
Safe inside the music and the melody | |
Polly gets to lose it and no one can see | |
She is not a starlet with a red guitar | |
Just an easy target for a broken heart | |
Peddling her story up there all alone | |
Is another allegory carved in stone | |
She would ransom her fate | |
If she had some escape | |
But her words are a curse | |
Every rhyme every line and verse | |
In front of the footlights Polly takes a bow | |
Waves and says her goodnight to the drunken crowd | |
When the house is clapping she knows what it means | |
Her life only happens for a song to sing |
zuo ci : Moorer, Primm | |
Melancholy Polly spills her guts on stage | |
She can' t get her jollies any other way | |
Safe inside the music and the melody | |
Polly gets to lose it and no one can see | |
She is not a starlet with a red guitar | |
Just an easy target for a broken heart | |
Peddling her story up there all alone | |
Is another allegory carved in stone | |
She would ransom her fate | |
If she had some escape | |
But her words are a curse | |
Every rhyme every line and verse | |
In front of the footlights Polly takes a bow | |
Waves and says her goodnight to the drunken crowd | |
When the house is clapping she knows what it means | |
Her life only happens for a song to sing |
zuò cí : Moorer, Primm | |
Melancholy Polly spills her guts on stage | |
She can' t get her jollies any other way | |
Safe inside the music and the melody | |
Polly gets to lose it and no one can see | |
She is not a starlet with a red guitar | |
Just an easy target for a broken heart | |
Peddling her story up there all alone | |
Is another allegory carved in stone | |
She would ransom her fate | |
If she had some escape | |
But her words are a curse | |
Every rhyme every line and verse | |
In front of the footlights Polly takes a bow | |
Waves and says her goodnight to the drunken crowd | |
When the house is clapping she knows what it means | |
Her life only happens for a song to sing |