| Song | Autumngirlsoup |
| Artist | Kirsty MacColl |
| Album | Tropical Brainstorm |
| 作词 : MacColl | |
| I'm an autumn girl, flying over london | |
| With the trees on fire it looks like home | |
| I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
| Cause i need some love to cook my frozen bones | |
| You needed something to get your teeth into | |
| And in my voodoo kitchen you said | |
| "i've got something to show you, | |
| It's a recipe handed down from father to son | |
| For a thousand years, and it goes with those hot salt tears." | |
| I'm an autumn girl, crying over london | |
| With a heart on fire but no-one home | |
| I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
| Cause i need some love to heat my frozen bones | |
| Get me on the boil and reduce me | |
| To a simmering wreck with a slow kiss | |
| To the back of my neck | |
| Carve up my heart on a very low flame | |
| Separate my feelings then pour them down the drain | |
| Close my eyes and sweeten me with lies | |
| Pierce my skin with a few well chosen words | |
| Now you can stuff me with whatever you've got handy | |
| And on a cold grey day a cold grey man will do | |
| I'm an autumn girl, flying over london | |
| With the trees on fire it looks like home | |
| I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
| Cause i need some love to heat my frozen bones | |
| So give me something to whet my appetite | |
| And chill my soul with a sudden lack of interest | |
| Oh, but the winter freezes on and the candle's burned low | |
| Fill me with the hot stuff then say you've got to go | |
| Take my mind, marinade it in red wine | |
| Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin | |
| And i will let you in | |
| Oh on a long dark night a long dark man might ... |
| zuò cí : MacColl | |
| I' m an autumn girl, flying over london | |
| With the trees on fire it looks like home | |
| I' m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
| Cause i need some love to cook my frozen bones | |
| You needed something to get your teeth into | |
| And in my voodoo kitchen you said | |
| " i' ve got something to show you, | |
| It' s a recipe handed down from father to son | |
| For a thousand years, and it goes with those hot salt tears." | |
| I' m an autumn girl, crying over london | |
| With a heart on fire but noone home | |
| I' m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
| Cause i need some love to heat my frozen bones | |
| Get me on the boil and reduce me | |
| To a simmering wreck with a slow kiss | |
| To the back of my neck | |
| Carve up my heart on a very low flame | |
| Separate my feelings then pour them down the drain | |
| Close my eyes and sweeten me with lies | |
| Pierce my skin with a few well chosen words | |
| Now you can stuff me with whatever you' ve got handy | |
| And on a cold grey day a cold grey man will do | |
| I' m an autumn girl, flying over london | |
| With the trees on fire it looks like home | |
| I' m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer | |
| Cause i need some love to heat my frozen bones | |
| So give me something to whet my appetite | |
| And chill my soul with a sudden lack of interest | |
| Oh, but the winter freezes on and the candle' s burned low | |
| Fill me with the hot stuff then say you' ve got to go | |
| Take my mind, marinade it in red wine | |
| Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin | |
| And i will let you in | |
| Oh on a long dark night a long dark man might ... |