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Glycaemic Index Blues

	作曲 : Jacobs
	As the village gives me up for dead
	I hide in a neighbour's bed
	Then under the door glides a river of glossy red
	A fruit in a fractured skin
	A slit in the peel and the juices come tumbling through
	The boat was too crowded so I had a word with the crew
	I can't get my head around spread betting
	I'd rather use the Cher setting
	The world's financial markets hold no interest for me
	That man from the string quartet
	Is wearing the thing that he won in a drunken bet
	Your friend's trying to call you
	It looks like he might be upset
	Intricate patterns of light dictate the tone
	Downed by a wink from a sylph I've never known
	I'm so alone
	The cutting-room men from the studio got their wish
	The clunk of a cauldron on flagstone, the slippery dish
	My seventy-eights in the move were all smashed apart
	The legs in the megaphone pulse to the beat of my heart

	zuò qǔ : Jacobs
	As the village gives me up for dead
	I hide in a neighbour' s bed
	Then under the door glides a river of glossy red
	A fruit in a fractured skin
	A slit in the peel and the juices come tumbling through
	The boat was too crowded so I had a word with the crew
	I can' t get my head around spread betting
	I' d rather use the Cher setting
	The world' s financial markets hold no interest for me
	That man from the string quartet
	Is wearing the thing that he won in a drunken bet
	Your friend' s trying to call you
	It looks like he might be upset
	Intricate patterns of light dictate the tone
	Downed by a wink from a sylph I' ve never known
	I' m so alone
	The cuttingroom men from the studio got their wish
	The clunk of a cauldron on flagstone, the slippery dish
	My seventyeights in the move were all smashed apart
	The legs in the megaphone pulse to the beat of my heart