| Song | Rude To Rile - normal |
| Artist | Horse Feathers |
| Album | House With No Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ringle | |
| Maybe he could wait a while? | |
| Maybe grow too tired or old. | |
| Maybe they just lay to look. | |
| While we were young, we all laughed and we sung. | |
| Now we've been beat by work. | |
| Oh, he just waits, he just hopes, and he prays. | |
| But the more she is loved she hurts. . . | |
| It's rude to rile her up. | |
| Those fools for god don't love another's touch. | |
| Making babies for good or grief? | |
| To these types of fools he pleads, | |
| "If beggars aren't loved they leave!" | |
| She learned it from a book. | |
| Suiters approach, receive dirty looks. | |
| Calling on her for good or grief. | |
| These types of fools who beg and never read |
| zuo qu : Ringle | |
| Maybe he could wait a while? | |
| Maybe grow too tired or old. | |
| Maybe they just lay to look. | |
| While we were young, we all laughed and we sung. | |
| Now we' ve been beat by work. | |
| Oh, he just waits, he just hopes, and he prays. | |
| But the more she is loved she hurts. . . | |
| It' s rude to rile her up. | |
| Those fools for god don' t love another' s touch. | |
| Making babies for good or grief? | |
| To these types of fools he pleads, | |
| " If beggars aren' t loved they leave!" | |
| She learned it from a book. | |
| Suiters approach, receive dirty looks. | |
| Calling on her for good or grief. | |
| These types of fools who beg and never read |
| zuò qǔ : Ringle | |
| Maybe he could wait a while? | |
| Maybe grow too tired or old. | |
| Maybe they just lay to look. | |
| While we were young, we all laughed and we sung. | |
| Now we' ve been beat by work. | |
| Oh, he just waits, he just hopes, and he prays. | |
| But the more she is loved she hurts. . . | |
| It' s rude to rile her up. | |
| Those fools for god don' t love another' s touch. | |
| Making babies for good or grief? | |
| To these types of fools he pleads, | |
| " If beggars aren' t loved they leave!" | |
| She learned it from a book. | |
| Suiters approach, receive dirty looks. | |
| Calling on her for good or grief. | |
| These types of fools who beg and never read |