歌曲 | Little Cream Soda |
歌手 | The White Stripes |
专辑 | Best Of The White Stripes |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
One, two, three, four | |
Well, every highway that I go down | |
Seems to be longer than the last one | |
That I knew about, oh well | |
Yeah, and every girl that I walk around | |
Seems to be more of an illusion | |
Than the last one that I found, oh well | |
And this old man in front of me | |
Wearing canes and ruby rings | |
Is like containing an explosion when he sings | |
But with every chance to set himself on fire | |
He just ends up doin' the same thing | |
Well, each beautiful thing I come across | |
Tells me to stop moving | |
And shake this riddle off, oh well | |
And there was a time when all I wanted | |
Was my ice cream colder | |
And a little cream soda, oh well, oh well | |
And a wooden box and a alley full of rocks | |
Was all I had to care about | |
Oh well, oh well, oh well | |
Now my mind is filled with rubber tires | |
And forest fires and whether I'm a liar | |
And lots of other situations | |
Where I don't know what to do | |
At which time God screams to me | |
"There's nothing left for me to tell you†| |
Nothing left for me to tell you | |
Nothing left | |
Oh well, oh well, oh well | |
Oh well | |
Oh well, oh well, oh well | |
Oh well |
One, two, three, four | |
Well, every highway that I go down | |
Seems to be longer than the last one | |
That I knew about, oh well | |
Yeah, and every girl that I walk around | |
Seems to be more of an illusion | |
Than the last one that I found, oh well | |
And this old man in front of me | |
Wearing canes and ruby rings | |
Is like containing an explosion when he sings | |
But with every chance to set himself on fire | |
He just ends up doin' the same thing | |
Well, each beautiful thing I come across | |
Tells me to stop moving | |
And shake this riddle off, oh well | |
And there was a time when all I wanted | |
Was my ice cream colder | |
And a little cream soda, oh well, oh well | |
And a wooden box and a alley full of rocks | |
Was all I had to care about | |
Oh well, oh well, oh well | |
Now my mind is filled with rubber tires | |
And forest fires and whether I' m a liar | |
And lots of other situations | |
Where I don' t know what to do | |
At which time God screams to me | |
" There' s nothing left for me to tell you | |
Nothing left for me to tell you | |
Nothing left | |
Oh well, oh well, oh well | |
Oh well | |
Oh well, oh well, oh well | |
Oh well |
One, two, three, four | |
Well, every highway that I go down | |
Seems to be longer than the last one | |
That I knew about, oh well | |
Yeah, and every girl that I walk around | |
Seems to be more of an illusion | |
Than the last one that I found, oh well | |
And this old man in front of me | |
Wearing canes and ruby rings | |
Is like containing an explosion when he sings | |
But with every chance to set himself on fire | |
He just ends up doin' the same thing | |
Well, each beautiful thing I come across | |
Tells me to stop moving | |
And shake this riddle off, oh well | |
And there was a time when all I wanted | |
Was my ice cream colder | |
And a little cream soda, oh well, oh well | |
And a wooden box and a alley full of rocks | |
Was all I had to care about | |
Oh well, oh well, oh well | |
Now my mind is filled with rubber tires | |
And forest fires and whether I' m a liar | |
And lots of other situations | |
Where I don' t know what to do | |
At which time God screams to me | |
" There' s nothing left for me to tell you | |
Nothing left for me to tell you | |
Nothing left | |
Oh well, oh well, oh well | |
Oh well | |
Oh well, oh well, oh well | |
Oh well |