| Song | The Bad Photographer |
| Artist | Saint Etienne |
| Album | Good Humor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cracknell, Stanley, Wiggs | |
| Transcribed by | |
| Kevin Hung | |
| Last Thursday 5 30 | |
| A shoot in | |
| Ladbroke Grove | |
| Hours later | |
| Hey waiter | |
| Could you pour some more of those | |
| All for you | |
| And when I'm all alone | |
| I'm by the microphone | |
| I see your photograph | |
| Don't even want to laugh | |
| Some secret | |
| Must keep it | |
| Hey I wouldn't know who to tell | |
| Next morning | |
| Fair warning | |
| Ooh you have you got something to sell | |
| Wide awake | |
| The cold cold light of day | |
| Realise my taste | |
| My taste just slips away | |
| I say my taste just slips away | |
| Days later | |
| Saw the paper | |
| How did I fall for you | |
| All for you... |
| zuo ci : Cracknell, Stanley, Wiggs | |
| Transcribed by | |
| Kevin Hung | |
| Last Thursday 5 30 | |
| A shoot in | |
| Ladbroke Grove | |
| Hours later | |
| Hey waiter | |
| Could you pour some more of those | |
| All for you | |
| And when I' m all alone | |
| I' m by the microphone | |
| I see your photograph | |
| Don' t even want to laugh | |
| Some secret | |
| Must keep it | |
| Hey I wouldn' t know who to tell | |
| Next morning | |
| Fair warning | |
| Ooh you have you got something to sell | |
| Wide awake | |
| The cold cold light of day | |
| Realise my taste | |
| My taste just slips away | |
| I say my taste just slips away | |
| Days later | |
| Saw the paper | |
| How did I fall for you | |
| All for you... |
| zuò cí : Cracknell, Stanley, Wiggs | |
| Transcribed by | |
| Kevin Hung | |
| Last Thursday 5 30 | |
| A shoot in | |
| Ladbroke Grove | |
| Hours later | |
| Hey waiter | |
| Could you pour some more of those | |
| All for you | |
| And when I' m all alone | |
| I' m by the microphone | |
| I see your photograph | |
| Don' t even want to laugh | |
| Some secret | |
| Must keep it | |
| Hey I wouldn' t know who to tell | |
| Next morning | |
| Fair warning | |
| Ooh you have you got something to sell | |
| Wide awake | |
| The cold cold light of day | |
| Realise my taste | |
| My taste just slips away | |
| I say my taste just slips away | |
| Days later | |
| Saw the paper | |
| How did I fall for you | |
| All for you... |