| 歌曲 | Spit Of Love |
| 歌手 | Bonnie Raitt |
| 专辑 | Fundamental |
| 作词 : Raitt | |
| There's a howlin at my window, baby | |
| I hear him closin in | |
| That green-eyed jackal's got the scent | |
| Knows I'll let him in | |
| He slinks in by me at the fire | |
| More bitter than the cold | |
| And it's a rage as old as Hades | |
| That'll sputter on these coals | |
| I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin | |
| I'm roasting on the spit of love again | |
| I never have believed you | |
| But I stick around for more | |
| Somethin bout that hollow in your eyes | |
| There's a darkness at the core | |
| Well, it's got me slowly turnin | |
| I'm basting on the bone | |
| I'm skewered like some drunken fool | |
| In juices all my own | |
| Callin the Furies' carrion choir | |
| Singin me back upon the pyre | |
| I'm roasting on that spit of love again | |
| You can call it what you want | |
| But it's lyin just the same | |
| There's no mercy in these ashes, baby | |
| When your love's a cryin shame | |
| And they're howlin in moonlight, baby | |
| They're here to call my bluff | |
| they're wonderin if there'll ever come a day | |
| When I'll have finally had enough | |
| I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin | |
| I'm roasting on that spit of love again |
| zuò cí : Raitt | |
| There' s a howlin at my window, baby | |
| I hear him closin in | |
| That greeneyed jackal' s got the scent | |
| Knows I' ll let him in | |
| He slinks in by me at the fire | |
| More bitter than the cold | |
| And it' s a rage as old as Hades | |
| That' ll sputter on these coals | |
| I' m callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin | |
| I' m roasting on the spit of love again | |
| I never have believed you | |
| But I stick around for more | |
| Somethin bout that hollow in your eyes | |
| There' s a darkness at the core | |
| Well, it' s got me slowly turnin | |
| I' m basting on the bone | |
| I' m skewered like some drunken fool | |
| In juices all my own | |
| Callin the Furies' carrion choir | |
| Singin me back upon the pyre | |
| I' m roasting on that spit of love again | |
| You can call it what you want | |
| But it' s lyin just the same | |
| There' s no mercy in these ashes, baby | |
| When your love' s a cryin shame | |
| And they' re howlin in moonlight, baby | |
| They' re here to call my bluff | |
| they' re wonderin if there' ll ever come a day | |
| When I' ll have finally had enough | |
| I' m callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin | |
| I' m roasting on that spit of love again |