歌曲 | Going Once |
歌手 | Ani DiFranco |
专辑 | To the Teeth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiFranco | |
Going once, going twice | |
Sold to the girl | |
Who ignored all the advice | |
Of all the people who knew better | |
She just stood there | |
On the front porch | |
Waiting for her will | |
To come and get her | |
She was packed | |
She had a suitcase | |
Full of noble intentions | |
She had a map | |
And a straight face | |
Hell bent on reinvention | |
And she was ready | |
For the lonely | |
She was in it for | |
It only | |
Going once, going twice | |
Down the road less taken | |
With her diary and her wd40 | |
And her swiss army knife | |
And her beer | |
And there was always | |
Someone there to say | |
Why don't you just stay | |
And hang your hat here | |
But she was packed | |
She had a suitcase | |
Full of bungles and near misses | |
And she was swinging | |
Through a jungle | |
Of last calls and first kisses | |
And she was learning | |
About please | |
And huge humilities | |
Then one day she looked around here | |
And everything up til then was showing | |
And she wondered how did i get here | |
Without even knowing where i was going? | |
Now there's no getting out of this | |
And there is no going back | |
And it all seems so odd sometimes | |
And the odds all seem stacked | |
Going once, going twice | |
Sold to the girl | |
Who ignored all the advice | |
Of all the people who knew better | |
She just stood there | |
On the front porch | |
Waiting for her will | |
To come and get her | |
She was packed | |
She ahd a suitcase | |
She had a map | |
And a straight face | |
She was ready | |
For the lonely | |
She was in it for | |
It only |
zuo ci : DiFranco | |
Going once, going twice | |
Sold to the girl | |
Who ignored all the advice | |
Of all the people who knew better | |
She just stood there | |
On the front porch | |
Waiting for her will | |
To come and get her | |
She was packed | |
She had a suitcase | |
Full of noble intentions | |
She had a map | |
And a straight face | |
Hell bent on reinvention | |
And she was ready | |
For the lonely | |
She was in it for | |
It only | |
Going once, going twice | |
Down the road less taken | |
With her diary and her wd40 | |
And her swiss army knife | |
And her beer | |
And there was always | |
Someone there to say | |
Why don' t you just stay | |
And hang your hat here | |
But she was packed | |
She had a suitcase | |
Full of bungles and near misses | |
And she was swinging | |
Through a jungle | |
Of last calls and first kisses | |
And she was learning | |
About please | |
And huge humilities | |
Then one day she looked around here | |
And everything up til then was showing | |
And she wondered how did i get here | |
Without even knowing where i was going? | |
Now there' s no getting out of this | |
And there is no going back | |
And it all seems so odd sometimes | |
And the odds all seem stacked | |
Going once, going twice | |
Sold to the girl | |
Who ignored all the advice | |
Of all the people who knew better | |
She just stood there | |
On the front porch | |
Waiting for her will | |
To come and get her | |
She was packed | |
She ahd a suitcase | |
She had a map | |
And a straight face | |
She was ready | |
For the lonely | |
She was in it for | |
It only |
zuò cí : DiFranco | |
Going once, going twice | |
Sold to the girl | |
Who ignored all the advice | |
Of all the people who knew better | |
She just stood there | |
On the front porch | |
Waiting for her will | |
To come and get her | |
She was packed | |
She had a suitcase | |
Full of noble intentions | |
She had a map | |
And a straight face | |
Hell bent on reinvention | |
And she was ready | |
For the lonely | |
She was in it for | |
It only | |
Going once, going twice | |
Down the road less taken | |
With her diary and her wd40 | |
And her swiss army knife | |
And her beer | |
And there was always | |
Someone there to say | |
Why don' t you just stay | |
And hang your hat here | |
But she was packed | |
She had a suitcase | |
Full of bungles and near misses | |
And she was swinging | |
Through a jungle | |
Of last calls and first kisses | |
And she was learning | |
About please | |
And huge humilities | |
Then one day she looked around here | |
And everything up til then was showing | |
And she wondered how did i get here | |
Without even knowing where i was going? | |
Now there' s no getting out of this | |
And there is no going back | |
And it all seems so odd sometimes | |
And the odds all seem stacked | |
Going once, going twice | |
Sold to the girl | |
Who ignored all the advice | |
Of all the people who knew better | |
She just stood there | |
On the front porch | |
Waiting for her will | |
To come and get her | |
She was packed | |
She ahd a suitcase | |
She had a map | |
And a straight face | |
She was ready | |
For the lonely | |
She was in it for | |
It only |