| Song | Borrowed Bride |
| Artist | Old 97's |
| Album | Drag It Up |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Old 97's | |
| The hat on your head the ghosts before breakfast | |
| The lump in your throat the name on her necklace | |
| She's certain she'll never be caught | |
| You can buy her things now but she'll never be bought | |
| The cat on her mind the ring in her tan-line | |
| The lowering lids the perfume is white wine | |
| She's certain her karma is good | |
| Glass houses won't burn but you know this would | |
| So take her inside she's your borrowed bride | |
| And you'll never guess how much she has not cried | |
| Life comes apart at the seams it seems | |
| Life comes apart at the seams | |
| It rings only once when you sit down to dinner | |
| You knew all was lost when she named you the winner | |
| You are certain of nothing at all | |
| Except that it's late but it's not the last call | |
| So take her inside she's your borrowed bride | |
| And you'll never guess how much she has not cried | |
| Life comes apart at the seams it seems | |
| Life comes apart at the seams it seems | |
| Life comes apart |
| zuo ci : Old 97' s | |
| The hat on your head the ghosts before breakfast | |
| The lump in your throat the name on her necklace | |
| She' s certain she' ll never be caught | |
| You can buy her things now but she' ll never be bought | |
| The cat on her mind the ring in her tanline | |
| The lowering lids the perfume is white wine | |
| She' s certain her karma is good | |
| Glass houses won' t burn but you know this would | |
| So take her inside she' s your borrowed bride | |
| And you' ll never guess how much she has not cried | |
| Life comes apart at the seams it seems | |
| Life comes apart at the seams | |
| It rings only once when you sit down to dinner | |
| You knew all was lost when she named you the winner | |
| You are certain of nothing at all | |
| Except that it' s late but it' s not the last call | |
| So take her inside she' s your borrowed bride | |
| And you' ll never guess how much she has not cried | |
| Life comes apart at the seams it seems | |
| Life comes apart at the seams it seems | |
| Life comes apart |
| zuò cí : Old 97' s | |
| The hat on your head the ghosts before breakfast | |
| The lump in your throat the name on her necklace | |
| She' s certain she' ll never be caught | |
| You can buy her things now but she' ll never be bought | |
| The cat on her mind the ring in her tanline | |
| The lowering lids the perfume is white wine | |
| She' s certain her karma is good | |
| Glass houses won' t burn but you know this would | |
| So take her inside she' s your borrowed bride | |
| And you' ll never guess how much she has not cried | |
| Life comes apart at the seams it seems | |
| Life comes apart at the seams | |
| It rings only once when you sit down to dinner | |
| You knew all was lost when she named you the winner | |
| You are certain of nothing at all | |
| Except that it' s late but it' s not the last call | |
| So take her inside she' s your borrowed bride | |
| And you' ll never guess how much she has not cried | |
| Life comes apart at the seams it seems | |
| Life comes apart at the seams it seems | |
| Life comes apart |