歌曲 | A Bit Of You |
歌手 | Rufus Wainwright |
专辑 | 4 chansons inédites |
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Rufus Wainwright | |
Miscellaneous | |
A Bit Of You | |
A bit of you the only drug I must abuse | |
A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse | |
When I walk on Spring | |
Beneath the stench a bit of you is all I smell | |
Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask "they sell?" | |
When I walk on Spring | |
Cause there ain't no style | |
No there ain't no style | |
Cause there ain't no style | |
And in fact there is just one other problem | |
You live up in Harlem | |
Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time | |
That came après July on the Upper West Side | |
Waiting for the fall | |
When from the Battery on up to your front door | |
From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores | |
Would blow up it all | |
Cause there ain't no style... | |
And in fact there is just one other problem | |
I would have spared Harlem | |
Affections sent, straight to Chekov, say you need me | |
Don't you need me, wait I thought we're on Broadway | |
No, my daddy said so: "still outside of Moscow" | |
And so the days creep up to my big final show | |
And not a word from you, an hour I must blow | |
So I walk and see | |
Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes | |
A big old pool of you's, zillions I realize | |
And just one of me | |
Cause there ain't no style... | |
You've infected Harlem | |
Guess I won't be waiting several hours | |
Before nightfall for that A train, | |
just the hiss of the dumes band play. |
Rufus Wainwright | |
Miscellaneous | |
A Bit Of You | |
A bit of you the only drug I must abuse | |
A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse | |
When I walk on Spring | |
Beneath the stench a bit of you is all I smell | |
Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask " they sell?" | |
When I walk on Spring | |
Cause there ain' t no style | |
No there ain' t no style | |
Cause there ain' t no style | |
And in fact there is just one other problem | |
You live up in Harlem | |
Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time | |
That came apre s July on the Upper West Side | |
Waiting for the fall | |
When from the Battery on up to your front door | |
From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores | |
Would blow up it all | |
Cause there ain' t no style... | |
And in fact there is just one other problem | |
I would have spared Harlem | |
Affections sent, straight to Chekov, say you need me | |
Don' t you need me, wait I thought we' re on Broadway | |
No, my daddy said so: " still outside of Moscow" | |
And so the days creep up to my big final show | |
And not a word from you, an hour I must blow | |
So I walk and see | |
Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes | |
A big old pool of you' s, zillions I realize | |
And just one of me | |
Cause there ain' t no style... | |
You' ve infected Harlem | |
Guess I won' t be waiting several hours | |
Before nightfall for that A train, | |
just the hiss of the dumes band play. |
Rufus Wainwright | |
Miscellaneous | |
A Bit Of You | |
A bit of you the only drug I must abuse | |
A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse | |
When I walk on Spring | |
Beneath the stench a bit of you is all I smell | |
Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask " they sell?" | |
When I walk on Spring | |
Cause there ain' t no style | |
No there ain' t no style | |
Cause there ain' t no style | |
And in fact there is just one other problem | |
You live up in Harlem | |
Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time | |
That came aprè s July on the Upper West Side | |
Waiting for the fall | |
When from the Battery on up to your front door | |
From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores | |
Would blow up it all | |
Cause there ain' t no style... | |
And in fact there is just one other problem | |
I would have spared Harlem | |
Affections sent, straight to Chekov, say you need me | |
Don' t you need me, wait I thought we' re on Broadway | |
No, my daddy said so: " still outside of Moscow" | |
And so the days creep up to my big final show | |
And not a word from you, an hour I must blow | |
So I walk and see | |
Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes | |
A big old pool of you' s, zillions I realize | |
And just one of me | |
Cause there ain' t no style... | |
You' ve infected Harlem | |
Guess I won' t be waiting several hours | |
Before nightfall for that A train, | |
just the hiss of the dumes band play. |