歌曲 | Winsome Smile |
歌手 | Chris Smither |
专辑 | Live As I'll Ever Be |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Smither | |
Stop thinking now | |
Quit second-guessing all your failed relations | |
With your would've, could've, should've, maybe might-have-been | |
I'll show you how | |
Send your feelings out for lubrication | |
Lose these blues and screw your head on tight again | |
She cut you bad, your heart is just a scar | |
But if you could just get mad, you'd be better off by far | |
What you want is taken | |
What you need is better circulation | |
Work that heavy heart and get it light again. | |
Listen to me now | |
You suffer from a sadness, apprehension | |
That if she could read your mind she'd see just how it ought to be | |
But she's read it all by now | |
And your style don't get a grip on her attention | |
She ain't in your state of mind and she don't want to be | |
You think if she'd just talk, you could explain it all | |
She'd be polite, but all night she's been hoping you won't call | |
She'll it's all her fault, she'll always be your friend | |
Plus loads of shit too dumb to mention | |
I've been that road and it's paved with good intentions. | |
Well it's hard to believe | |
But I'm telling you your heart would soon recover | |
But you don't want it to, you love this aching agony | |
'Cause it's noble, but it's true | |
You won't forsake this pain for other lovers | |
Happiness would fill your mind with misery | |
Time will wound all heels, and it ain't pretty | |
With any luck at all, she'll find some dope that you can pity | |
Your loss is measured in illusions | |
And your gain is all in bittersweet intelligence | |
And your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence | |
Your winsome smile | |
Your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence. |
zuo ci : Smither | |
Stop thinking now | |
Quit secondguessing all your failed relations | |
With your would' ve, could' ve, should' ve, maybe mighthavebeen | |
I' ll show you how | |
Send your feelings out for lubrication | |
Lose these blues and screw your head on tight again | |
She cut you bad, your heart is just a scar | |
But if you could just get mad, you' d be better off by far | |
What you want is taken | |
What you need is better circulation | |
Work that heavy heart and get it light again. | |
Listen to me now | |
You suffer from a sadness, apprehension | |
That if she could read your mind she' d see just how it ought to be | |
But she' s read it all by now | |
And your style don' t get a grip on her attention | |
She ain' t in your state of mind and she don' t want to be | |
You think if she' d just talk, you could explain it all | |
She' d be polite, but all night she' s been hoping you won' t call | |
She' ll it' s all her fault, she' ll always be your friend | |
Plus loads of shit too dumb to mention | |
I' ve been that road and it' s paved with good intentions. | |
Well it' s hard to believe | |
But I' m telling you your heart would soon recover | |
But you don' t want it to, you love this aching agony | |
' Cause it' s noble, but it' s true | |
You won' t forsake this pain for other lovers | |
Happiness would fill your mind with misery | |
Time will wound all heels, and it ain' t pretty | |
With any luck at all, she' ll find some dope that you can pity | |
Your loss is measured in illusions | |
And your gain is all in bittersweet intelligence | |
And your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence | |
Your winsome smile | |
Your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence. |
zuò cí : Smither | |
Stop thinking now | |
Quit secondguessing all your failed relations | |
With your would' ve, could' ve, should' ve, maybe mighthavebeen | |
I' ll show you how | |
Send your feelings out for lubrication | |
Lose these blues and screw your head on tight again | |
She cut you bad, your heart is just a scar | |
But if you could just get mad, you' d be better off by far | |
What you want is taken | |
What you need is better circulation | |
Work that heavy heart and get it light again. | |
Listen to me now | |
You suffer from a sadness, apprehension | |
That if she could read your mind she' d see just how it ought to be | |
But she' s read it all by now | |
And your style don' t get a grip on her attention | |
She ain' t in your state of mind and she don' t want to be | |
You think if she' d just talk, you could explain it all | |
She' d be polite, but all night she' s been hoping you won' t call | |
She' ll it' s all her fault, she' ll always be your friend | |
Plus loads of shit too dumb to mention | |
I' ve been that road and it' s paved with good intentions. | |
Well it' s hard to believe | |
But I' m telling you your heart would soon recover | |
But you don' t want it to, you love this aching agony | |
' Cause it' s noble, but it' s true | |
You won' t forsake this pain for other lovers | |
Happiness would fill your mind with misery | |
Time will wound all heels, and it ain' t pretty | |
With any luck at all, she' ll find some dope that you can pity | |
Your loss is measured in illusions | |
And your gain is all in bittersweet intelligence | |
And your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence | |
Your winsome smile | |
Your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence. |