Fleashine 歌词

歌曲	Fleashine
歌手	Kelly Joe Phelps
专辑	Tap the Red Cane Whirlwind [live]
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 :
	Fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen
	Brings the house in with a smile
	All twelve teeth tell myriad stories
	One upon one and one
	The breath in his hand waving
	Drives the gypsy woman mad, oh
	She loves him anyway
	Has told him so a thousand times or more
	She refuses to believe that
	At forty two years old
	She's not still a butterfly
	Ready, ready for the net
	Bobby the fifteen is turning strong and soft
	As can be seen by his patience with the animals
	He used to hate 'em
	Now lays down beside them
	To keep all from feeling sad
	As animals sometimes do
	He dreams of being old enough
	To marry the girl with two heads
	Their name is
	GladysAnd they don't yet know
	Of the young man's fascination
	They're too busy drawing circles in their arms
	A fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen
	Floating into the next town
	Puts a straw in a
	Jim Beam bottle
	And lays his head down
	He puts a straw in a
	Jim Beam bottle
	And lays his head down

	zuo ci :
	Fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen
	Brings the house in with a smile
	All twelve teeth tell myriad stories
	One upon one and one
	The breath in his hand waving
	Drives the gypsy woman mad, oh
	She loves him anyway
	Has told him so a thousand times or more
	She refuses to believe that
	At forty two years old
	She' s not still a butterfly
	Ready, ready for the net
	Bobby the fifteen is turning strong and soft
	As can be seen by his patience with the animals
	He used to hate ' em
	Now lays down beside them
	To keep all from feeling sad
	As animals sometimes do
	He dreams of being old enough
	To marry the girl with two heads
	Their name is
	GladysAnd they don' t yet know
	Of the young man' s fascination
	They' re too busy drawing circles in their arms
	A fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen
	Floating into the next town
	Puts a straw in a
	Jim Beam bottle
	And lays his head down
	He puts a straw in a
	Jim Beam bottle
	And lays his head down

	zuò cí :
	Fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen
	Brings the house in with a smile
	All twelve teeth tell myriad stories
	One upon one and one
	The breath in his hand waving
	Drives the gypsy woman mad, oh
	She loves him anyway
	Has told him so a thousand times or more
	She refuses to believe that
	At forty two years old
	She' s not still a butterfly
	Ready, ready for the net
	Bobby the fifteen is turning strong and soft
	As can be seen by his patience with the animals
	He used to hate ' em
	Now lays down beside them
	To keep all from feeling sad
	As animals sometimes do
	He dreams of being old enough
	To marry the girl with two heads
	Their name is
	GladysAnd they don' t yet know
	Of the young man' s fascination
	They' re too busy drawing circles in their arms
	A fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen
	Floating into the next town
	Puts a straw in a
	Jim Beam bottle
	And lays his head down
	He puts a straw in a
	Jim Beam bottle
	And lays his head down

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