| Song | Girl From A Pawnshop - Live |
| Artist | The Black Crowes |
| Album | Live |
| 作词 : Robinson, Robinson | |
| With pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown | |
| She sat silent at the table | |
| Her boots were brown, well, should she leave town | |
| To play the role of lover ex-patriot? | |
| A nod to the waiter, always her flirty behavior | |
| You know she always gets one on the house | |
| And she pulls out a letter from a bag that's under her sweater | |
| And before she reads, she straightens her blouse | |
| There's a passion in being alone | |
| A grace in a loveless time | |
| There is no new cross, there is no new sign | |
| Only the sun and the changing tide | |
| Out of respect, well, | |
| I really must confess | |
| I never lost your number, | |
| I never lost your address | |
| And if we remain friends at best, sometime later no, no, not yet | |
| We'll smile and remember it like this | |
| She put back the letter, one tear falls like a feather | |
| And disappears on the bar room floor | |
| The gratuity included, you know | |
| The letter concluded, "P.S. and all my love" | |
| There's a passion in being alone | |
| A grace in a loveless time | |
| There is no new cross, there's no new sign | |
| Only the sun and the changing tide | |
| Out of respect, well, | |
| I really must confess | |
| I never lost your number, | |
| I never lost your address | |
| We remain friends at best, sometime later no, no, not yet | |
| We'll smile and remember it like this | |
| Well, I'm gon' remember you, baby | |
| I said, P. | |
| S., all my love | |
| Said, P.S., all my love | |
| P.S., all my love | |
| I gotta say, | |
| P.S., all my love | |
| Yeah, all my love |
| zuò cí : Robinson, Robinson | |
| With pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown | |
| She sat silent at the table | |
| Her boots were brown, well, should she leave town | |
| To play the role of lover expatriot? | |
| A nod to the waiter, always her flirty behavior | |
| You know she always gets one on the house | |
| And she pulls out a letter from a bag that' s under her sweater | |
| And before she reads, she straightens her blouse | |
| There' s a passion in being alone | |
| A grace in a loveless time | |
| There is no new cross, there is no new sign | |
| Only the sun and the changing tide | |
| Out of respect, well, | |
| I really must confess | |
| I never lost your number, | |
| I never lost your address | |
| And if we remain friends at best, sometime later no, no, not yet | |
| We' ll smile and remember it like this | |
| She put back the letter, one tear falls like a feather | |
| And disappears on the bar room floor | |
| The gratuity included, you know | |
| The letter concluded, " P. S. and all my love" | |
| There' s a passion in being alone | |
| A grace in a loveless time | |
| There is no new cross, there' s no new sign | |
| Only the sun and the changing tide | |
| Out of respect, well, | |
| I really must confess | |
| I never lost your number, | |
| I never lost your address | |
| We remain friends at best, sometime later no, no, not yet | |
| We' ll smile and remember it like this | |
| Well, I' m gon' remember you, baby | |
| I said, P. | |
| S., all my love | |
| Said, P. S., all my love | |
| P. S., all my love | |
| I gotta say, | |
| P. S., all my love | |
| Yeah, all my love |