歌曲 | Out of Habit |
歌手 | Ani DiFranco |
专辑 | Living in Clip [live] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiFranco | |
the butter melts out of habit | |
the toast isn't even warm | |
the waitress and the man in the plaid shirt | |
play out a scene they've played | |
so many times before | |
I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning | |
from a bar on the east side of town | |
and the coffee is just water dressed in brown | |
beautiful but boring | |
he visited me yesterday | |
he noticed my fingers | |
and asked me if I would play | |
I didn't really care a lot | |
but I couldn't think of a reason why not | |
I said if you don't come any closer I don't mind if you stay | |
my thighs have been involved in many accidents | |
and now I can't get insured | |
and I don't need to be lured by you | |
my cunt is built like a wound that won't heal | |
and now you don't have to ask | |
because you know how I feel | |
you know how I feel | |
art is why I get up in the morning | |
but my definition ends there | |
and it doesn't seem fair | |
that I'm living for something I can't even define | |
there you are right there | |
in the meantime | |
I don't want to play for you anymore | |
show me what you can do | |
tell me what are you here for | |
I want my old friends | |
I want my old face | |
I want my old mind | |
fuck this time and place | |
the butter melts out of habit | |
you know, the toast isn't even warm |
zuo ci : DiFranco | |
the butter melts out of habit | |
the toast isn' t even warm | |
the waitress and the man in the plaid shirt | |
play out a scene they' ve played | |
so many times before | |
I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning | |
from a bar on the east side of town | |
and the coffee is just water dressed in brown | |
beautiful but boring | |
he visited me yesterday | |
he noticed my fingers | |
and asked me if I would play | |
I didn' t really care a lot | |
but I couldn' t think of a reason why not | |
I said if you don' t come any closer I don' t mind if you stay | |
my thighs have been involved in many accidents | |
and now I can' t get insured | |
and I don' t need to be lured by you | |
my cunt is built like a wound that won' t heal | |
and now you don' t have to ask | |
because you know how I feel | |
you know how I feel | |
art is why I get up in the morning | |
but my definition ends there | |
and it doesn' t seem fair | |
that I' m living for something I can' t even define | |
there you are right there | |
in the meantime | |
I don' t want to play for you anymore | |
show me what you can do | |
tell me what are you here for | |
I want my old friends | |
I want my old face | |
I want my old mind | |
fuck this time and place | |
the butter melts out of habit | |
you know, the toast isn' t even warm |
zuò cí : DiFranco | |
the butter melts out of habit | |
the toast isn' t even warm | |
the waitress and the man in the plaid shirt | |
play out a scene they' ve played | |
so many times before | |
I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning | |
from a bar on the east side of town | |
and the coffee is just water dressed in brown | |
beautiful but boring | |
he visited me yesterday | |
he noticed my fingers | |
and asked me if I would play | |
I didn' t really care a lot | |
but I couldn' t think of a reason why not | |
I said if you don' t come any closer I don' t mind if you stay | |
my thighs have been involved in many accidents | |
and now I can' t get insured | |
and I don' t need to be lured by you | |
my cunt is built like a wound that won' t heal | |
and now you don' t have to ask | |
because you know how I feel | |
you know how I feel | |
art is why I get up in the morning | |
but my definition ends there | |
and it doesn' t seem fair | |
that I' m living for something I can' t even define | |
there you are right there | |
in the meantime | |
I don' t want to play for you anymore | |
show me what you can do | |
tell me what are you here for | |
I want my old friends | |
I want my old face | |
I want my old mind | |
fuck this time and place | |
the butter melts out of habit | |
you know, the toast isn' t even warm |