| Song | Wop-A-Din-Din |
| Artist | Red House Painters |
| Album | Old Ramon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kozelek | |
| She's got big green eyes | |
| And a long | |
| Egyptian face | |
| She moves across the floor | |
| At her own pace | |
| When I'm here in bed | |
| She'll jump up on my chest | |
| And when we lock eyes there's so much love | |
| I wanna cry | |
| She comes in near | |
| When I scratch under her ear | |
| And she lifts her head | |
| When I kiss around her neck | |
| Won't go to sleep | |
| When she falls along my side | |
| And two green eyes fade | |
| To a porcelain marble white | |
| And somehow when | |
| I sleep She'll end up at my feet | |
| And if I roll and kick her out | |
| I might knock her to the ground | |
| But she'll come back anyhow | |
| Ella es muy vital más triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
| The morning comes | |
| She squints up to shield out the sun | |
| And she'll go and lay | |
| In the warmest dusty rays | |
| And I hold her face | |
| She lays perfectly in place | |
| And she'll yawn and stretch | |
| And stare me down expressionless | |
| And lay back down into her nest | |
| And if someone calls | |
| She'll race me out the hall | |
| When she hears the phone | |
| Then she knows | |
| I'm leaving home | |
| She don't wanna be alone | |
| And I know it's wrong | |
| That I'm going away so long | |
| And for her it's rough | |
| I can't be with her enough | |
| But I'll never give her enough | |
| Ella es muy vital más triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
| And somehow when | |
| I sleep She'll end up at my feet | |
| And if I roll and kick her out | |
| I might knock her to the ground | |
| But she'll come back anyhow |
| zuo ci : Kozelek | |
| She' s got big green eyes | |
| And a long | |
| Egyptian face | |
| She moves across the floor | |
| At her own pace | |
| When I' m here in bed | |
| She' ll jump up on my chest | |
| And when we lock eyes there' s so much love | |
| I wanna cry | |
| She comes in near | |
| When I scratch under her ear | |
| And she lifts her head | |
| When I kiss around her neck | |
| Won' t go to sleep | |
| When she falls along my side | |
| And two green eyes fade | |
| To a porcelain marble white | |
| And somehow when | |
| I sleep She' ll end up at my feet | |
| And if I roll and kick her out | |
| I might knock her to the ground | |
| But she' ll come back anyhow | |
| Ella es muy vital ma s triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
| The morning comes | |
| She squints up to shield out the sun | |
| And she' ll go and lay | |
| In the warmest dusty rays | |
| And I hold her face | |
| She lays perfectly in place | |
| And she' ll yawn and stretch | |
| And stare me down expressionless | |
| And lay back down into her nest | |
| And if someone calls | |
| She' ll race me out the hall | |
| When she hears the phone | |
| Then she knows | |
| I' m leaving home | |
| She don' t wanna be alone | |
| And I know it' s wrong | |
| That I' m going away so long | |
| And for her it' s rough | |
| I can' t be with her enough | |
| But I' ll never give her enough | |
| Ella es muy vital ma s triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
| And somehow when | |
| I sleep She' ll end up at my feet | |
| And if I roll and kick her out | |
| I might knock her to the ground | |
| But she' ll come back anyhow |
| zuò cí : Kozelek | |
| She' s got big green eyes | |
| And a long | |
| Egyptian face | |
| She moves across the floor | |
| At her own pace | |
| When I' m here in bed | |
| She' ll jump up on my chest | |
| And when we lock eyes there' s so much love | |
| I wanna cry | |
| She comes in near | |
| When I scratch under her ear | |
| And she lifts her head | |
| When I kiss around her neck | |
| Won' t go to sleep | |
| When she falls along my side | |
| And two green eyes fade | |
| To a porcelain marble white | |
| And somehow when | |
| I sleep She' ll end up at my feet | |
| And if I roll and kick her out | |
| I might knock her to the ground | |
| But she' ll come back anyhow | |
| Ella es muy vital má s triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
| The morning comes | |
| She squints up to shield out the sun | |
| And she' ll go and lay | |
| In the warmest dusty rays | |
| And I hold her face | |
| She lays perfectly in place | |
| And she' ll yawn and stretch | |
| And stare me down expressionless | |
| And lay back down into her nest | |
| And if someone calls | |
| She' ll race me out the hall | |
| When she hears the phone | |
| Then she knows | |
| I' m leaving home | |
| She don' t wanna be alone | |
| And I know it' s wrong | |
| That I' m going away so long | |
| And for her it' s rough | |
| I can' t be with her enough | |
| But I' ll never give her enough | |
| Ella es muy vital má s triste que salir el sol pura como el agua ??? | |
| And somehow when | |
| I sleep She' ll end up at my feet | |
| And if I roll and kick her out | |
| I might knock her to the ground | |
| But she' ll come back anyhow |