| Song | Love Circles |
| Artist | Squeeze |
| Album | Frank |
| 作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| (difford/tilbrook) | |
| The first circle comes around | |
| You don't want to leave her side | |
| You're staying in and don't go out | |
| You're having such a perfect time | |
| You make your bed and you lie in it | |
| And time is precious every minute | |
| The next circle comes around | |
| And so domestic you become | |
| In your matching dressing gowns | |
| You think your life time's just begun | |
| You cut the cake but just the one slice | |
| You're crawling back all through the night | |
| Love circles up above | |
| It waits until your love | |
| Breaks down and weeps | |
| Then it's out of your reach | |
| Love circles up above | |
| It waits for your love | |
| Down on the floor | |
| Then you're there in its claws | |
| Love circles up above | |
| The last circle comes around | |
| You're making plans to fill your days | |
| You're always wanting to stay out late | |
| And you can feel love start to fade | |
| You fall asleep or read a book | |
| The phone goes back upon the hook | |
| When i lay awake at night | |
| And love can't be found | |
| The first circle's on my mind | |
| It goes round and round and round and round |
| zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| difford tilbrook | |
| The first circle comes around | |
| You don' t want to leave her side | |
| You' re staying in and don' t go out | |
| You' re having such a perfect time | |
| You make your bed and you lie in it | |
| And time is precious every minute | |
| The next circle comes around | |
| And so domestic you become | |
| In your matching dressing gowns | |
| You think your life time' s just begun | |
| You cut the cake but just the one slice | |
| You' re crawling back all through the night | |
| Love circles up above | |
| It waits until your love | |
| Breaks down and weeps | |
| Then it' s out of your reach | |
| Love circles up above | |
| It waits for your love | |
| Down on the floor | |
| Then you' re there in its claws | |
| Love circles up above | |
| The last circle comes around | |
| You' re making plans to fill your days | |
| You' re always wanting to stay out late | |
| And you can feel love start to fade | |
| You fall asleep or read a book | |
| The phone goes back upon the hook | |
| When i lay awake at night | |
| And love can' t be found | |
| The first circle' s on my mind | |
| It goes round and round and round and round |