| Song | No Woman Around |
| Artist | The Philosopher Kings |
| Album | The Philosopher Kings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Eaton, Levine, Levine | |
| on the main streets and | |
| the avenues | |
| in the condos white as knuckles, | |
| bruised | |
| with the carmine of the busy | |
| liquor bars | |
| there's a dark and mystic beauty | |
| to these inner-city girls | |
| that slide by in the velvet of | |
| their cars | |
| through the dance halls and the | |
| shopping malls | |
| and the subways filled with | |
| dresden dolls | |
| to the school of fallen angels on | |
| the ground | |
| the whole city's just an | |
| expensive whore | |
| a forest nymph with a pompadour | |
| but there ain't no woman around | |
| no there ain't no woman around, | |
| no there ain't no woman around | |
| I'm surrounded by these girls | |
| but there just ain't no | |
| woman around | |
| and the girl that fills my bed | |
| will hear the words I should've said | |
| to the only true love I ever found | |
| I'll pretend that make-up in | |
| her purse | |
| is a day-dream, not a curse | |
| that comes just to kick me down | |
| and I can still taste the youth of | |
| her kiss | |
| maybe it's the childhood | |
| that I missed | |
| the first time around | |
| there's a weird shape to | |
| her charms | |
| there's a strange meat on her arms | |
| but there ain't no woman around | |
| no there ain't no woman around, | |
| no there ain't no woman around | |
| I'm surrounded by these girls | |
| but there just ain't no | |
| woman around | |
| sometimes I feel I'm running like a | |
| fever through the night and | |
| I've run myself straight into | |
| the ground | |
| I miss your smile, your name and | |
| your breath on my skin and I'm | |
| lost and alone in this crowd | |
| from the locks and curls and | |
| strings of pearls | |
| to the drunk and eager jelly girls | |
| it's an all-day floorshow | |
| matinee in town | |
| and it suddenly occurs | |
| that I'm surrounded by these girls | |
| but there ain't no woman around |
| zuo qu : Eaton, Levine, Levine | |
| on the main streets and | |
| the avenues | |
| in the condos white as knuckles, | |
| bruised | |
| with the carmine of the busy | |
| liquor bars | |
| there' s a dark and mystic beauty | |
| to these innercity girls | |
| that slide by in the velvet of | |
| their cars | |
| through the dance halls and the | |
| shopping malls | |
| and the subways filled with | |
| dresden dolls | |
| to the school of fallen angels on | |
| the ground | |
| the whole city' s just an | |
| expensive whore | |
| a forest nymph with a pompadour | |
| but there ain' t no woman around | |
| no there ain' t no woman around, | |
| no there ain' t no woman around | |
| I' m surrounded by these girls | |
| but there just ain' t no | |
| woman around | |
| and the girl that fills my bed | |
| will hear the words I should' ve said | |
| to the only true love I ever found | |
| I' ll pretend that makeup in | |
| her purse | |
| is a daydream, not a curse | |
| that comes just to kick me down | |
| and I can still taste the youth of | |
| her kiss | |
| maybe it' s the childhood | |
| that I missed | |
| the first time around | |
| there' s a weird shape to | |
| her charms | |
| there' s a strange meat on her arms | |
| but there ain' t no woman around | |
| no there ain' t no woman around, | |
| no there ain' t no woman around | |
| I' m surrounded by these girls | |
| but there just ain' t no | |
| woman around | |
| sometimes I feel I' m running like a | |
| fever through the night and | |
| I' ve run myself straight into | |
| the ground | |
| I miss your smile, your name and | |
| your breath on my skin and I' m | |
| lost and alone in this crowd | |
| from the locks and curls and | |
| strings of pearls | |
| to the drunk and eager jelly girls | |
| it' s an allday floorshow | |
| matinee in town | |
| and it suddenly occurs | |
| that I' m surrounded by these girls | |
| but there ain' t no woman around |
| zuò qǔ : Eaton, Levine, Levine | |
| on the main streets and | |
| the avenues | |
| in the condos white as knuckles, | |
| bruised | |
| with the carmine of the busy | |
| liquor bars | |
| there' s a dark and mystic beauty | |
| to these innercity girls | |
| that slide by in the velvet of | |
| their cars | |
| through the dance halls and the | |
| shopping malls | |
| and the subways filled with | |
| dresden dolls | |
| to the school of fallen angels on | |
| the ground | |
| the whole city' s just an | |
| expensive whore | |
| a forest nymph with a pompadour | |
| but there ain' t no woman around | |
| no there ain' t no woman around, | |
| no there ain' t no woman around | |
| I' m surrounded by these girls | |
| but there just ain' t no | |
| woman around | |
| and the girl that fills my bed | |
| will hear the words I should' ve said | |
| to the only true love I ever found | |
| I' ll pretend that makeup in | |
| her purse | |
| is a daydream, not a curse | |
| that comes just to kick me down | |
| and I can still taste the youth of | |
| her kiss | |
| maybe it' s the childhood | |
| that I missed | |
| the first time around | |
| there' s a weird shape to | |
| her charms | |
| there' s a strange meat on her arms | |
| but there ain' t no woman around | |
| no there ain' t no woman around, | |
| no there ain' t no woman around | |
| I' m surrounded by these girls | |
| but there just ain' t no | |
| woman around | |
| sometimes I feel I' m running like a | |
| fever through the night and | |
| I' ve run myself straight into | |
| the ground | |
| I miss your smile, your name and | |
| your breath on my skin and I' m | |
| lost and alone in this crowd | |
| from the locks and curls and | |
| strings of pearls | |
| to the drunk and eager jelly girls | |
| it' s an allday floorshow | |
| matinee in town | |
| and it suddenly occurs | |
| that I' m surrounded by these girls | |
| but there ain' t no woman around |