All Her Favorite Fruit Lyrics

	作词 : Krummenacher, Lisher, Lowery ...
	I drive alone, home from work
	And I always think of her
	Late at night
	I call her
	But I never say a word
	And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder
	And I can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay
	She serves him mashed potatoes
	And she serves him peppered steak, with corn
	Pulls her dress up over her head
	Lets it fall to the floor
	And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
	And all the most exotic places they are cultivated
	And I'd like to take her there, rather than this train
	And if I weren't a civil servant,
	I'd have a place in the colonies
	We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four
	Within intervention's distance of the embassy
	The midday air grows thicker with the heat
	And drifts towards the line of trees
	When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta
	And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof
	We dream our dreams and sing our songs of the fecundity
	Of life and love
	Of life and love
	Of life and love

	zuo ci : Krummenacher, Lisher, Lowery ...
	I drive alone, home from work
	And I always think of her
	Late at night
	I call her
	But I never say a word
	And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder
	And I can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay
	She serves him mashed potatoes
	And she serves him peppered steak, with corn
	Pulls her dress up over her head
	Lets it fall to the floor
	And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
	And all the most exotic places they are cultivated
	And I' d like to take her there, rather than this train
	And if I weren' t a civil servant,
	I' d have a place in the colonies
	We' d play croquet behind whitewashed walls and drink our tea at four
	Within intervention' s distance of the embassy
	The midday air grows thicker with the heat
	And drifts towards the line of trees
	When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta
	And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof
	We dream our dreams and sing our songs of the fecundity
	Of life and love
	Of life and love
	Of life and love

	zuò cí : Krummenacher, Lisher, Lowery ...
	I drive alone, home from work
	And I always think of her
	Late at night
	I call her
	But I never say a word
	And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder
	And I can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay
	She serves him mashed potatoes
	And she serves him peppered steak, with corn
	Pulls her dress up over her head
	Lets it fall to the floor
	And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
	And all the most exotic places they are cultivated
	And I' d like to take her there, rather than this train
	And if I weren' t a civil servant,
	I' d have a place in the colonies
	We' d play croquet behind whitewashed walls and drink our tea at four
	Within intervention' s distance of the embassy
	The midday air grows thicker with the heat
	And drifts towards the line of trees
	When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta
	And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof
	We dream our dreams and sing our songs of the fecundity
	Of life and love
	Of life and love
	Of life and love

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