| Song | West Country Girl |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | The Boatman's Call |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cave | |
| With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face | |
| Comes from the west country where the birds sing bass | |
| She's got a house-big heart where we all live | |
| And plead and council and forgive | |
| Her widow's peak, her lips i've kissed | |
| Her glove of bones at her wrist | |
| That i have held in my hand | |
| Her spanish fly and her monkey gland | |
| Her godly body and its fourteen stations | |
| That i have embraced, her palpitations | |
| Her unborn baby crying, "mummy" | |
| Amongst the rubble of her body | |
| Her lovely lidded eyes i've sipped | |
| Her fingernails, all pink and chipped | |
| Her accent which i'm told is "broad" | |
| That i have heard and has been poured | |
| Into my human heart and filled me | |
| With love, up to the brim, and killed me | |
| And rebuilt me back anew | |
| With something to look forward to | |
| Well, who could ask much more than that? | |
| A west country girl with a big fat cat | |
| That looks into her eyes of green | |
| And meows, "he loves you", then meows again |
| zuo ci : Cave | |
| With a crooked smile and a heartshaped face | |
| Comes from the west country where the birds sing bass | |
| She' s got a housebig heart where we all live | |
| And plead and council and forgive | |
| Her widow' s peak, her lips i' ve kissed | |
| Her glove of bones at her wrist | |
| That i have held in my hand | |
| Her spanish fly and her monkey gland | |
| Her godly body and its fourteen stations | |
| That i have embraced, her palpitations | |
| Her unborn baby crying, " mummy" | |
| Amongst the rubble of her body | |
| Her lovely lidded eyes i' ve sipped | |
| Her fingernails, all pink and chipped | |
| Her accent which i' m told is " broad" | |
| That i have heard and has been poured | |
| Into my human heart and filled me | |
| With love, up to the brim, and killed me | |
| And rebuilt me back anew | |
| With something to look forward to | |
| Well, who could ask much more than that? | |
| A west country girl with a big fat cat | |
| That looks into her eyes of green | |
| And meows, " he loves you", then meows again |
| zuò cí : Cave | |
| With a crooked smile and a heartshaped face | |
| Comes from the west country where the birds sing bass | |
| She' s got a housebig heart where we all live | |
| And plead and council and forgive | |
| Her widow' s peak, her lips i' ve kissed | |
| Her glove of bones at her wrist | |
| That i have held in my hand | |
| Her spanish fly and her monkey gland | |
| Her godly body and its fourteen stations | |
| That i have embraced, her palpitations | |
| Her unborn baby crying, " mummy" | |
| Amongst the rubble of her body | |
| Her lovely lidded eyes i' ve sipped | |
| Her fingernails, all pink and chipped | |
| Her accent which i' m told is " broad" | |
| That i have heard and has been poured | |
| Into my human heart and filled me | |
| With love, up to the brim, and killed me | |
| And rebuilt me back anew | |
| With something to look forward to | |
| Well, who could ask much more than that? | |
| A west country girl with a big fat cat | |
| That looks into her eyes of green | |
| And meows, " he loves you", then meows again |