Alicia Ross Lyrics
| Song | Alicia Ross |
| Artist | Kathleen Edwards |
| Album | Asking For Flowers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kathleen Edwards | |
| 作词 : Kathleen Edwards | |
| I am a girl with | |
| a forgettable face | |
| No matter my colour, | |
| no matter my name | |
| At work there is a boy | |
| and he treats me well | |
| My old friends | |
| from high school, | |
| I see them around | |
| August is here | |
| I can't believe how fast | |
| Soon there will be winter | |
| and snow on the ground | |
| Maybe by then I could | |
| get my own place | |
| Closer to the city | |
| if that's ok | |
| But Mamma, can you feel me | |
| As I dragged on | |
| my day's last cigarette | |
| He pulled me so hard off my | |
| Very own back door steps | |
| And he laid me in his garden | |
| All the years | |
| i've watched him tend | |
| And then he took me, Mamma | |
| So I could never | |
| tell you about it | |
| Inside of this moment | |
| there are | |
| Things I wish I could know | |
| Like my ring size, | |
| your ring size, | |
| And the hour I was born | |
| My dad's middle name, | |
| your favourite song | |
| Was your darkest day | |
| as dark as this one? | |
| Mamma, can you feel me? | |
| As I dragged on | |
| my day's last cigarette | |
| He pulled me so hard off my | |
| Very own back door steps | |
| And he laid me in his garden | |
| All the years | |
| i've watched him tend | |
| He took me, Mamma | |
| So I could never | |
| tell you about it | |
| Now I'm a girl who's face | |
| they'll never forget |
| zuo qu : Kathleen Edwards | |
| zuo ci : Kathleen Edwards | |
| I am a girl with | |
| a forgettable face | |
| No matter my colour, | |
| no matter my name | |
| At work there is a boy | |
| and he treats me well | |
| My old friends | |
| from high school, | |
| I see them around | |
| August is here | |
| I can' t believe how fast | |
| Soon there will be winter | |
| and snow on the ground | |
| Maybe by then I could | |
| get my own place | |
| Closer to the city | |
| if that' s ok | |
| But Mamma, can you feel me | |
| As I dragged on | |
| my day' s last cigarette | |
| He pulled me so hard off my | |
| Very own back door steps | |
| And he laid me in his garden | |
| All the years | |
| i' ve watched him tend | |
| And then he took me, Mamma | |
| So I could never | |
| tell you about it | |
| Inside of this moment | |
| there are | |
| Things I wish I could know | |
| Like my ring size, | |
| your ring size, | |
| And the hour I was born | |
| My dad' s middle name, | |
| your favourite song | |
| Was your darkest day | |
| as dark as this one? | |
| Mamma, can you feel me? | |
| As I dragged on | |
| my day' s last cigarette | |
| He pulled me so hard off my | |
| Very own back door steps | |
| And he laid me in his garden | |
| All the years | |
| i' ve watched him tend | |
| He took me, Mamma | |
| So I could never | |
| tell you about it | |
| Now I' m a girl who' s face | |
| they' ll never forget |
| zuò qǔ : Kathleen Edwards | |
| zuò cí : Kathleen Edwards | |
| I am a girl with | |
| a forgettable face | |
| No matter my colour, | |
| no matter my name | |
| At work there is a boy | |
| and he treats me well | |
| My old friends | |
| from high school, | |
| I see them around | |
| August is here | |
| I can' t believe how fast | |
| Soon there will be winter | |
| and snow on the ground | |
| Maybe by then I could | |
| get my own place | |
| Closer to the city | |
| if that' s ok | |
| But Mamma, can you feel me | |
| As I dragged on | |
| my day' s last cigarette | |
| He pulled me so hard off my | |
| Very own back door steps | |
| And he laid me in his garden | |
| All the years | |
| i' ve watched him tend | |
| And then he took me, Mamma | |
| So I could never | |
| tell you about it | |
| Inside of this moment | |
| there are | |
| Things I wish I could know | |
| Like my ring size, | |
| your ring size, | |
| And the hour I was born | |
| My dad' s middle name, | |
| your favourite song | |
| Was your darkest day | |
| as dark as this one? | |
| Mamma, can you feel me? | |
| As I dragged on | |
| my day' s last cigarette | |
| He pulled me so hard off my | |
| Very own back door steps | |
| And he laid me in his garden | |
| All the years | |
| i' ve watched him tend | |
| He took me, Mamma | |
| So I could never | |
| tell you about it | |
| Now I' m a girl who' s face | |
| they' ll never forget |
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