| Song | Limp |
| Artist | Fiona Apple |
| Album | When The Pawn... |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fiona Apple | |
| You wanna make me sick; | |
| You wanna lick my wounds | |
| Don't you, baby? | |
| You want the badge of honour when you save my hide | |
| But you're the one in the way | |
| Of the day of doom, baby | |
| If you need my shame to reclaim your pride | |
| And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
| I never did anything to you, man | |
| But no matter what I try | |
| You'll beat me with your bitter lies | |
| So call me crazy, hold me down | |
| Make me cry; get off now, baby- | |
| It won't be long till you'll be | |
| Lying limp in your own hand | |
| You feed the beast I have within me | |
| You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run | |
| Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning | |
| You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun | |
| And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
| I never did anything to you, man | |
| But no matter what I try | |
| You'll beat me with your bitter lies | |
| So call me crazy, hold me down | |
| Make me cry; get off now, baby- | |
| It won't be long till you'll be | |
| Lying limp in your own hand |
| zuo ci : Fiona Apple | |
| You wanna make me sick | |
| You wanna lick my wounds | |
| Don' t you, baby? | |
| You want the badge of honour when you save my hide | |
| But you' re the one in the way | |
| Of the day of doom, baby | |
| If you need my shame to reclaim your pride | |
| And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
| I never did anything to you, man | |
| But no matter what I try | |
| You' ll beat me with your bitter lies | |
| So call me crazy, hold me down | |
| Make me cry get off now, baby | |
| It won' t be long till you' ll be | |
| Lying limp in your own hand | |
| You feed the beast I have within me | |
| You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run | |
| Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning | |
| You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun | |
| And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
| I never did anything to you, man | |
| But no matter what I try | |
| You' ll beat me with your bitter lies | |
| So call me crazy, hold me down | |
| Make me cry get off now, baby | |
| It won' t be long till you' ll be | |
| Lying limp in your own hand |
| zuò cí : Fiona Apple | |
| You wanna make me sick | |
| You wanna lick my wounds | |
| Don' t you, baby? | |
| You want the badge of honour when you save my hide | |
| But you' re the one in the way | |
| Of the day of doom, baby | |
| If you need my shame to reclaim your pride | |
| And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
| I never did anything to you, man | |
| But no matter what I try | |
| You' ll beat me with your bitter lies | |
| So call me crazy, hold me down | |
| Make me cry get off now, baby | |
| It won' t be long till you' ll be | |
| Lying limp in your own hand | |
| You feed the beast I have within me | |
| You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run | |
| Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning | |
| You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun | |
| And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
| I never did anything to you, man | |
| But no matter what I try | |
| You' ll beat me with your bitter lies | |
| So call me crazy, hold me down | |
| Make me cry get off now, baby | |
| It won' t be long till you' ll be | |
| Lying limp in your own hand |