What The Butler Saw 歌词

	作曲 : Glenn Tilbrook & Chris Difford
	(Difford/Tilbrook)
	WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate.
	They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.
	Pacing through the flickering light
	A velvet patch upon his eye
	His pacing creaks the floorboards loose
	As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths
	But his butler keeps eyes through a hole in the door
	What the butler don't see ain't a lot that's for sure
	Francesca lays across the couch
	They fight with words from mouth to mouth
	And then with handfuls of her flesh
	See how the zipper broke off of her dress
	Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves
	The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love
	The porchlight, the torchlight
	The frosted morning lawn
	The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
	On the tale of what the butler saw
	He kept his world all to himself
	And locked it tight inside his belt
	But she preferred his belt undone
	She bathed in his fortune but never his fun
	He cracked on a mixture of opera and drink
	The butler still fetches and carries for him
	The butler dragged down to the lake
	Francesca's body in a cape
	No private eye was gonna trace this
	The old man was shaking, his marbles were missed
	The shadows and footprints and flickering lights
	The butler's up late with a cold in his eye
	The porchlight the torchlight the frosted morning lawn
	The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
	On the tale of what the butler saw

	zuo qu : Glenn Tilbrook Chris Difford
	Difford Tilbrook
	WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate.
	They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.
	Pacing through the flickering light
	A velvet patch upon his eye
	His pacing creaks the floorboards loose
	As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths
	But his butler keeps eyes through a hole in the door
	What the butler don' t see ain' t a lot that' s for sure
	Francesca lays across the couch
	They fight with words from mouth to mouth
	And then with handfuls of her flesh
	See how the zipper broke off of her dress
	Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves
	The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love
	The porchlight, the torchlight
	The frosted morning lawn
	The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
	On the tale of what the butler saw
	He kept his world all to himself
	And locked it tight inside his belt
	But she preferred his belt undone
	She bathed in his fortune but never his fun
	He cracked on a mixture of opera and drink
	The butler still fetches and carries for him
	The butler dragged down to the lake
	Francesca' s body in a cape
	No private eye was gonna trace this
	The old man was shaking, his marbles were missed
	The shadows and footprints and flickering lights
	The butler' s up late with a cold in his eye
	The porchlight the torchlight the frosted morning lawn
	The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
	On the tale of what the butler saw

	zuò qǔ : Glenn Tilbrook Chris Difford
	Difford Tilbrook
	WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate.
	They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.
	Pacing through the flickering light
	A velvet patch upon his eye
	His pacing creaks the floorboards loose
	As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths
	But his butler keeps eyes through a hole in the door
	What the butler don' t see ain' t a lot that' s for sure
	Francesca lays across the couch
	They fight with words from mouth to mouth
	And then with handfuls of her flesh
	See how the zipper broke off of her dress
	Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves
	The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love
	The porchlight, the torchlight
	The frosted morning lawn
	The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
	On the tale of what the butler saw
	He kept his world all to himself
	And locked it tight inside his belt
	But she preferred his belt undone
	She bathed in his fortune but never his fun
	He cracked on a mixture of opera and drink
	The butler still fetches and carries for him
	The butler dragged down to the lake
	Francesca' s body in a cape
	No private eye was gonna trace this
	The old man was shaking, his marbles were missed
	The shadows and footprints and flickering lights
	The butler' s up late with a cold in his eye
	The porchlight the torchlight the frosted morning lawn
	The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
	On the tale of what the butler saw

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