歌曲 | Soap And Water |
歌手 | Suzanne Vega |
专辑 | Songs In Red And Gray |
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作曲 : Suzanne Vega | |
作词 : Vega | |
scrub the salt from my stinging skin slip me loose of this wedding band | |
Soap and water hang my heart on the line scour it down in a wind of sand bleach it clean to a vinegar shine | |
Daddy's a dark riddle | |
Mama's a headful of bees you are my little kite carried away in the wayward breeze | |
Soap and water wash the year from my life straighten all that we trampled and tore heal the cut we call husband and wife | |
Daddy's a dark riddle | |
Mama's a handful of thorns you are my little kite caught up again in the household storms | |
Daddy's a dark riddle | |
Mama's a headful of bees you are my little kite carried away in the wayward breeze |
zuo qu : Suzanne Vega | |
zuo ci : Vega | |
scrub the salt from my stinging skin slip me loose of this wedding band | |
Soap and water hang my heart on the line scour it down in a wind of sand bleach it clean to a vinegar shine | |
Daddy' s a dark riddle | |
Mama' s a headful of bees you are my little kite carried away in the wayward breeze | |
Soap and water wash the year from my life straighten all that we trampled and tore heal the cut we call husband and wife | |
Daddy' s a dark riddle | |
Mama' s a handful of thorns you are my little kite caught up again in the household storms | |
Daddy' s a dark riddle | |
Mama' s a headful of bees you are my little kite carried away in the wayward breeze |
zuò qǔ : Suzanne Vega | |
zuò cí : Vega | |
scrub the salt from my stinging skin slip me loose of this wedding band | |
Soap and water hang my heart on the line scour it down in a wind of sand bleach it clean to a vinegar shine | |
Daddy' s a dark riddle | |
Mama' s a headful of bees you are my little kite carried away in the wayward breeze | |
Soap and water wash the year from my life straighten all that we trampled and tore heal the cut we call husband and wife | |
Daddy' s a dark riddle | |
Mama' s a handful of thorns you are my little kite caught up again in the household storms | |
Daddy' s a dark riddle | |
Mama' s a headful of bees you are my little kite carried away in the wayward breeze |