歌曲 | Two Little Girls |
歌手 | Ani DiFranco |
专辑 | Little Plastic Castle |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiFranco | |
you were fresh off the boat | |
from virginia | |
i had a year of new york city | |
under my belt | |
we met in a dream | |
we were both nineteen | |
i remember where we were standing | |
i remember how it felt | |
two little girls | |
growing out of their training bras | |
this little girl breaks furniture | |
this little girl breaks laws | |
two girls together | |
just a little less alone | |
this little girl cried wee wee wee | |
all the way home | |
you were always half crazy | |
now look at your baby | |
you make as much sense | |
as a nursery rhyme | |
love is a piano | |
dropped from a fourth story window | |
and you were in the wrong place | |
at the wrong time | |
and i don't like your girlfriend | |
i blame her | |
i never seen one of your lovers | |
do you so much harm | |
i loved you first | |
and you know i would prefer | |
if she didn't empty her syringes | |
into your arm | |
here comes little naked me | |
padding up to the bathroom door | |
to find little naked you | |
slumped on the bathroom floor | |
with my back against the wall | |
while you distill your whole life | |
down to a 911 call | |
now you bring me your bruises | |
so i can 'ooh' and 'aah' at the display | |
maybe i'm supposed to make one of my famous jokes | |
that makes everything okay | |
or maybe i'm supposed to be the handsome prince | |
who rides up and unties your hands | |
or maybe i'm the furrow-browed friend | |
who thinks she understands | |
here comes little naked me | |
padding up to the bathroom door | |
to find little naked you | |
slumped on the bathroom floor | |
so i guess i'll just stand here | |
with my back against the wall | |
while you distill your whole life | |
down to a 911 call |
zuo ci : DiFranco | |
you were fresh off the boat | |
from virginia | |
i had a year of new york city | |
under my belt | |
we met in a dream | |
we were both nineteen | |
i remember where we were standing | |
i remember how it felt | |
two little girls | |
growing out of their training bras | |
this little girl breaks furniture | |
this little girl breaks laws | |
two girls together | |
just a little less alone | |
this little girl cried wee wee wee | |
all the way home | |
you were always half crazy | |
now look at your baby | |
you make as much sense | |
as a nursery rhyme | |
love is a piano | |
dropped from a fourth story window | |
and you were in the wrong place | |
at the wrong time | |
and i don' t like your girlfriend | |
i blame her | |
i never seen one of your lovers | |
do you so much harm | |
i loved you first | |
and you know i would prefer | |
if she didn' t empty her syringes | |
into your arm | |
here comes little naked me | |
padding up to the bathroom door | |
to find little naked you | |
slumped on the bathroom floor | |
with my back against the wall | |
while you distill your whole life | |
down to a 911 call | |
now you bring me your bruises | |
so i can ' ooh' and ' aah' at the display | |
maybe i' m supposed to make one of my famous jokes | |
that makes everything okay | |
or maybe i' m supposed to be the handsome prince | |
who rides up and unties your hands | |
or maybe i' m the furrowbrowed friend | |
who thinks she understands | |
here comes little naked me | |
padding up to the bathroom door | |
to find little naked you | |
slumped on the bathroom floor | |
so i guess i' ll just stand here | |
with my back against the wall | |
while you distill your whole life | |
down to a 911 call |
zuò cí : DiFranco | |
you were fresh off the boat | |
from virginia | |
i had a year of new york city | |
under my belt | |
we met in a dream | |
we were both nineteen | |
i remember where we were standing | |
i remember how it felt | |
two little girls | |
growing out of their training bras | |
this little girl breaks furniture | |
this little girl breaks laws | |
two girls together | |
just a little less alone | |
this little girl cried wee wee wee | |
all the way home | |
you were always half crazy | |
now look at your baby | |
you make as much sense | |
as a nursery rhyme | |
love is a piano | |
dropped from a fourth story window | |
and you were in the wrong place | |
at the wrong time | |
and i don' t like your girlfriend | |
i blame her | |
i never seen one of your lovers | |
do you so much harm | |
i loved you first | |
and you know i would prefer | |
if she didn' t empty her syringes | |
into your arm | |
here comes little naked me | |
padding up to the bathroom door | |
to find little naked you | |
slumped on the bathroom floor | |
with my back against the wall | |
while you distill your whole life | |
down to a 911 call | |
now you bring me your bruises | |
so i can ' ooh' and ' aah' at the display | |
maybe i' m supposed to make one of my famous jokes | |
that makes everything okay | |
or maybe i' m supposed to be the handsome prince | |
who rides up and unties your hands | |
or maybe i' m the furrowbrowed friend | |
who thinks she understands | |
here comes little naked me | |
padding up to the bathroom door | |
to find little naked you | |
slumped on the bathroom floor | |
so i guess i' ll just stand here | |
with my back against the wall | |
while you distill your whole life | |
down to a 911 call |