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Surreal Thing

	作词 : Bruschini, Langely
	Claudette takes the case
	In a hotel room
	Pizzicato strings and bass
	Definitive movie theme tune
	I love that spy chic
	We turn the other
	In washed-out colour
	And jokes to match
	Premium goods
	Like Monica Vitti
	Bed him bed her bed of gain
	Bed of roses bed of pain
	Bed of loving on a flower bed
	Your unbloom'd poetry is in your head
	Surreal thing
	You've got everything
	A boat-shaped sky
	In a doughnut ring
	Surreal thing
	A bond and a baby
	The odds are stacked
	He's odd
	You're stacked
	I see you see yourself in me
	I heard this call as a truce, a pact
	Face it baby
	You're stacked
	Well, I'm watching this
	And we're weirder than the TV
	How's it going to end?
	Lend me the wherewithal
	To start as friends
	Where we mean to end
	Spend in you
	Surreal thing
	You've got everything
	A head made out
	Of the songs you sing
	Surreal thing
	Bed him bed her bed of gain
	Bed of roses bed of pain
	Bed of loving on a flower bed
	Your unbloom'd poetry is in his head
	Now, back at the movie
	There's money and goods
	There's always money
	Claudette takes it with her
	Age cannot hold her
	Violins swell
	Money is scattered
	All over the floor
	Till the floor melts
	As ever, as always
	You want more
	Surreal thing
	You've got everything
	A moonstone dress
	And a dolphin wing
	Surreal thing
	Now, watching this
	You're weirder than the movie
	How does it end?
	Lend me the wherewithal
	To spend in you

	zuò cí : Bruschini, Langely
	Claudette takes the case
	In a hotel room
	Pizzicato strings and bass
	Definitive movie theme tune
	I love that spy chic
	We turn the other
	In washedout colour
	And jokes to match
	Premium goods
	Like Monica Vitti
	Bed him bed her bed of gain
	Bed of roses bed of pain
	Bed of loving on a flower bed
	Your unbloom' d poetry is in your head
	Surreal thing
	You' ve got everything
	A boatshaped sky
	In a doughnut ring
	Surreal thing
	A bond and a baby
	The odds are stacked
	He' s odd
	You' re stacked
	I see you see yourself in me
	I heard this call as a truce, a pact
	Face it baby
	You' re stacked
	Well, I' m watching this
	And we' re weirder than the TV
	How' s it going to end?
	Lend me the wherewithal
	To start as friends
	Where we mean to end
	Spend in you
	Surreal thing
	You' ve got everything
	A head made out
	Of the songs you sing
	Surreal thing
	Bed him bed her bed of gain
	Bed of roses bed of pain
	Bed of loving on a flower bed
	Your unbloom' d poetry is in his head
	Now, back at the movie
	There' s money and goods
	There' s always money
	Claudette takes it with her
	Age cannot hold her
	Violins swell
	Money is scattered
	All over the floor
	Till the floor melts
	As ever, as always
	You want more
	Surreal thing
	You' ve got everything
	A moonstone dress
	And a dolphin wing
	Surreal thing
	Now, watching this
	You' re weirder than the movie
	How does it end?
	Lend me the wherewithal
	To spend in you