Not About Love Lyrics
| Song | Not About Love |
| Artist | Fiona Apple |
| Album | Extraordinary Machine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Apple | |
| The early cars | |
| Already are | |
| Drawing deep breaths past my door | |
| And last night's phrases | |
| Sick with lack of basis | |
| Are still writhing on my floor | |
| And it doesn't seem fair | |
| That your wicked words should work | |
| In holding me down | |
| No, it doesn't seem right | |
| To take information | |
| Given at close range | |
| For the gag | |
| And the bind | |
| And the ammunition round | |
| Conversation once colored by esteem | |
| Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood | |
| Took a vacation, my palate got clean | |
| Now I can taste your agenda | |
| While you're spitting your cud | |
| And it doesn't make sense | |
| I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown | |
| It doesn't seem right | |
| To take information | |
| Given at close range | |
| For the gag | |
| And the bind | |
| And the ammunition round | |
| This is not about love | |
| 'Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact I can't stop falling out | |
| This is not about love | |
| 'Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact I can't stop falling out | |
| I miss that stupid ache | |
| 'What is this posture I have to stare at' | |
| That's what he said when I was sittin' up straight | |
| Change the name of the game when he lost it | |
| He knew he was wrong but he knew it too late | |
| But I'm not being fair | |
| 'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth | |
| But I'd like to choose right | |
| Take all the things that I said that he stole | |
| Put 'em in a sack | |
| Swing 'em over my shoulder | |
| Turn on my heels | |
| Step out of this sight | |
| Try to live in a lovelier light | |
| This is not about love | |
| 'Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact I cant stop falling out | |
| This is not about love | |
| 'Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact i cant stop falling out | |
| I miss that stupid ache |
| zuo ci : Apple | |
| The early cars | |
| Already are | |
| Drawing deep breaths past my door | |
| And last night' s phrases | |
| Sick with lack of basis | |
| Are still writhing on my floor | |
| And it doesn' t seem fair | |
| That your wicked words should work | |
| In holding me down | |
| No, it doesn' t seem right | |
| To take information | |
| Given at close range | |
| For the gag | |
| And the bind | |
| And the ammunition round | |
| Conversation once colored by esteem | |
| Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood | |
| Took a vacation, my palate got clean | |
| Now I can taste your agenda | |
| While you' re spitting your cud | |
| And it doesn' t make sense | |
| I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown | |
| It doesn' t seem right | |
| To take information | |
| Given at close range | |
| For the gag | |
| And the bind | |
| And the ammunition round | |
| This is not about love | |
| ' Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact I can' t stop falling out | |
| This is not about love | |
| ' Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact I can' t stop falling out | |
| I miss that stupid ache | |
| ' What is this posture I have to stare at' | |
| That' s what he said when I was sittin' up straight | |
| Change the name of the game when he lost it | |
| He knew he was wrong but he knew it too late | |
| But I' m not being fair | |
| ' Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth | |
| But I' d like to choose right | |
| Take all the things that I said that he stole | |
| Put ' em in a sack | |
| Swing ' em over my shoulder | |
| Turn on my heels | |
| Step out of this sight | |
| Try to live in a lovelier light | |
| This is not about love | |
| ' Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact I cant stop falling out | |
| This is not about love | |
| ' Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact i cant stop falling out | |
| I miss that stupid ache |
| zuò cí : Apple | |
| The early cars | |
| Already are | |
| Drawing deep breaths past my door | |
| And last night' s phrases | |
| Sick with lack of basis | |
| Are still writhing on my floor | |
| And it doesn' t seem fair | |
| That your wicked words should work | |
| In holding me down | |
| No, it doesn' t seem right | |
| To take information | |
| Given at close range | |
| For the gag | |
| And the bind | |
| And the ammunition round | |
| Conversation once colored by esteem | |
| Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood | |
| Took a vacation, my palate got clean | |
| Now I can taste your agenda | |
| While you' re spitting your cud | |
| And it doesn' t make sense | |
| I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown | |
| It doesn' t seem right | |
| To take information | |
| Given at close range | |
| For the gag | |
| And the bind | |
| And the ammunition round | |
| This is not about love | |
| ' Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact I can' t stop falling out | |
| This is not about love | |
| ' Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact I can' t stop falling out | |
| I miss that stupid ache | |
| ' What is this posture I have to stare at' | |
| That' s what he said when I was sittin' up straight | |
| Change the name of the game when he lost it | |
| He knew he was wrong but he knew it too late | |
| But I' m not being fair | |
| ' Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth | |
| But I' d like to choose right | |
| Take all the things that I said that he stole | |
| Put ' em in a sack | |
| Swing ' em over my shoulder | |
| Turn on my heels | |
| Step out of this sight | |
| Try to live in a lovelier light | |
| This is not about love | |
| ' Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact I cant stop falling out | |
| This is not about love | |
| ' Cause I am not in love | |
| In fact i cant stop falling out | |
| I miss that stupid ache |
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