| Song | As A Child |
| Artist | Suzanne Vega |
| Album | 99.9 F |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Suzanne Vega | |
| 作词 : Vega | |
| As a child | |
| You have a doll | |
| You see this doll | |
| Sitting in her chair | |
| You watch her face | |
| Her knees apart | |
| Her eyes of glass | |
| In a secretive stare | |
| She seems to | |
| She seems to | |
| She seems to | |
| Have a life | |
| Pick up a stick | |
| Dig up a crack | |
| Dirt in the street | |
| Becomes a town | |
| All of the people | |
| Depend on you | |
| Not to hurt them | |
| Or bang the stick comes down | |
| And they seem to | |
| They seem to | |
| They seem to | |
| Have a life | |
| As a child | |
| You see yourself | |
| And wonder why | |
| You can't seem to move | |
| Hand on the doorknob | |
| Feel like a thing | |
| One foot on the sidewalk | |
| Too much to prove | |
| And you learn to | |
| You learn to | |
| You learn to | |
| Have a life |
| zuo qu : Suzanne Vega | |
| zuo ci : Vega | |
| As a child | |
| You have a doll | |
| You see this doll | |
| Sitting in her chair | |
| You watch her face | |
| Her knees apart | |
| Her eyes of glass | |
| In a secretive stare | |
| She seems to | |
| She seems to | |
| She seems to | |
| Have a life | |
| Pick up a stick | |
| Dig up a crack | |
| Dirt in the street | |
| Becomes a town | |
| All of the people | |
| Depend on you | |
| Not to hurt them | |
| Or bang the stick comes down | |
| And they seem to | |
| They seem to | |
| They seem to | |
| Have a life | |
| As a child | |
| You see yourself | |
| And wonder why | |
| You can' t seem to move | |
| Hand on the doorknob | |
| Feel like a thing | |
| One foot on the sidewalk | |
| Too much to prove | |
| And you learn to | |
| You learn to | |
| You learn to | |
| Have a life |
| zuò qǔ : Suzanne Vega | |
| zuò cí : Vega | |
| As a child | |
| You have a doll | |
| You see this doll | |
| Sitting in her chair | |
| You watch her face | |
| Her knees apart | |
| Her eyes of glass | |
| In a secretive stare | |
| She seems to | |
| She seems to | |
| She seems to | |
| Have a life | |
| Pick up a stick | |
| Dig up a crack | |
| Dirt in the street | |
| Becomes a town | |
| All of the people | |
| Depend on you | |
| Not to hurt them | |
| Or bang the stick comes down | |
| And they seem to | |
| They seem to | |
| They seem to | |
| Have a life | |
| As a child | |
| You see yourself | |
| And wonder why | |
| You can' t seem to move | |
| Hand on the doorknob | |
| Feel like a thing | |
| One foot on the sidewalk | |
| Too much to prove | |
| And you learn to | |
| You learn to | |
| You learn to | |
| Have a life |