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作詞:Rose Droll     作曲:Rose Droll



You never really struck me as somebody who could make a visit then dismiss it like these other dudes
Cause every time you get a new groove you deny the kind that made you
Unless they’re giving you the fat checks, sign your name with that fat "X"
Now everything you got is less stress and everybody thinks you’re best dressed

Best be believing that when life pans out, all of the shit that you’ve been crying about
Still sits like a fat duck asking when you gonna give a fuck
So baby when you gonna give a fuck?
It doesn’t cut it to rely on luck
Not when the world keeps spinning, the losers keep winning, the kids die young and the holy keep sinning

“Ring around the Rosie”
I know you and you know me

There’s a fine line tied to time like beats to rhyme
Like sweet to kind, like dark parts to this heart of mine
Is the kingdom of never like never ever, never everlasting
Cast me, I swear I’ll play
Dress me up turn me over and have your way

But those days are behind me, never again to find me
But those days are behind me, never again to find me
Those days are behind me, never again to find me
Those days are behind me, never again to find me

I never really struck you as somebody who could take or leave it and grieve it under a silent moon
But every time i get a new guest, i interview them and then go, “Next!”
They’re giving me the green light, but this little mind is blind
I can see their bright side but I’m gonna let it die

And next to nothing, I might love and you might love me
See me sweetly
I’m next to nothing, somebody come on and hug me
See me sweetly

If ever I could strike me as somebody who could be believing that I’d be under some other moon
I tell you, I could make a sick game out of a photo in a stock frame
But every time i see a new sun, hung like a dead man’s lung, unsung like the hero of a stuck gun
I get feet like a block of ice
It would be nice if i had a mind to think less than twice

But “nice” is a cold cruel game
Got you all thinking that the magic is made
By a blind man saying he can see the way
By the way, have you seen the mess it’s made?
“Nice” is a cold cruel game
Got you all thinking that the magic is made
By a blind man saying he can see the way
By the way, have you seen the mess it’s made?

And next to nothing, I might love and you might love me
See me sweetly
Sweetly