歌曲 | Putting the Damage On - Live In Boston 10/18/07 |
歌手 | Tori Amos |
专辑 | Legs and Boots: Boston, MA - October 18, 2007 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Amos | |
Lyrics:Tori Amos Music:Tori Amos | |
Glue, | |
Stuck to my shoe. | |
Does anyone know why, | |
you play with an orange rind? | |
You say you packed my things | |
and divided what was mine. | |
You're off to the mountain top. | |
I say her skinny legs could use sun. | |
But, now I'm wishing, | |
for my best impression | |
of my best Angie Dickinson. | |
But, now I've got to worry | |
cause, boy, you still look pretty | |
when you're putting the damage | |
when you're putting the damage on. | |
Don't make me scratch on your door. | |
I never left you | |
for a Banjo. | |
I only just turned around for a poodle | |
and a corvette. | |
and my impression | |
of my best Angie Dickinson. | |
But, now, I've got to worry | |
cause, boy, you still look pretty | |
when you're putting the damage on. | |
I'm trying not to move, | |
it's just your ghost | |
passing through. | |
I said | |
I'm trying not to move | |
it's just your ghost passing through, | |
it's just your ghost passing through, | |
and now I'm quite sure... | |
There's a light in your platoon. | |
I've never seen a light move | |
like yours. | |
Can do to me, | |
so now I'm wishing | |
for my best impression | |
of my best Angie Dickinson, | |
but, now, I've got to worry | |
cause boy you still look pretty | |
to me, | |
but, I've got a place to go. | |
I've got a ticket to your late show. | |
And now I'm worrying cuase even still | |
you sure are pretty | |
when you're putting the damage, | |
yes, | |
when you're putting the damage, | |
you're just so pretty. | |
When you're putting the damage on.... |
zuo ci : Amos | |
Lyrics: Tori Amos Music: Tori Amos | |
Glue, | |
Stuck to my shoe. | |
Does anyone know why, | |
you play with an orange rind? | |
You say you packed my things | |
and divided what was mine. | |
You' re off to the mountain top. | |
I say her skinny legs could use sun. | |
But, now I' m wishing, | |
for my best impression | |
of my best Angie Dickinson. | |
But, now I' ve got to worry | |
cause, boy, you still look pretty | |
when you' re putting the damage | |
when you' re putting the damage on. | |
Don' t make me scratch on your door. | |
I never left you | |
for a Banjo. | |
I only just turned around for a poodle | |
and a corvette. | |
and my impression | |
of my best Angie Dickinson. | |
But, now, I' ve got to worry | |
cause, boy, you still look pretty | |
when you' re putting the damage on. | |
I' m trying not to move, | |
it' s just your ghost | |
passing through. | |
I said | |
I' m trying not to move | |
it' s just your ghost passing through, | |
it' s just your ghost passing through, | |
and now I' m quite sure... | |
There' s a light in your platoon. | |
I' ve never seen a light move | |
like yours. | |
Can do to me, | |
so now I' m wishing | |
for my best impression | |
of my best Angie Dickinson, | |
but, now, I' ve got to worry | |
cause boy you still look pretty | |
to me, | |
but, I' ve got a place to go. | |
I' ve got a ticket to your late show. | |
And now I' m worrying cuase even still | |
you sure are pretty | |
when you' re putting the damage, | |
yes, | |
when you' re putting the damage, | |
you' re just so pretty. | |
When you' re putting the damage on.... |
zuò cí : Amos | |
Lyrics: Tori Amos Music: Tori Amos | |
Glue, | |
Stuck to my shoe. | |
Does anyone know why, | |
you play with an orange rind? | |
You say you packed my things | |
and divided what was mine. | |
You' re off to the mountain top. | |
I say her skinny legs could use sun. | |
But, now I' m wishing, | |
for my best impression | |
of my best Angie Dickinson. | |
But, now I' ve got to worry | |
cause, boy, you still look pretty | |
when you' re putting the damage | |
when you' re putting the damage on. | |
Don' t make me scratch on your door. | |
I never left you | |
for a Banjo. | |
I only just turned around for a poodle | |
and a corvette. | |
and my impression | |
of my best Angie Dickinson. | |
But, now, I' ve got to worry | |
cause, boy, you still look pretty | |
when you' re putting the damage on. | |
I' m trying not to move, | |
it' s just your ghost | |
passing through. | |
I said | |
I' m trying not to move | |
it' s just your ghost passing through, | |
it' s just your ghost passing through, | |
and now I' m quite sure... | |
There' s a light in your platoon. | |
I' ve never seen a light move | |
like yours. | |
Can do to me, | |
so now I' m wishing | |
for my best impression | |
of my best Angie Dickinson, | |
but, now, I' ve got to worry | |
cause boy you still look pretty | |
to me, | |
but, I' ve got a place to go. | |
I' ve got a ticket to your late show. | |
And now I' m worrying cuase even still | |
you sure are pretty | |
when you' re putting the damage, | |
yes, | |
when you' re putting the damage, | |
you' re just so pretty. | |
When you' re putting the damage on.... |