| Song | Edith Wharton's Figurines |
| Artist | Suzanne Vega |
| Album | Beauty & Crime |
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| 作词 : Vega | |
| Edith Wharton's lovely figurines | |
| Still speak to me today | |
| From their mantle piece in time | |
| Where they wrestle and they play | |
| With passions and with prudences | |
| Finances and fears | |
| Her face and what it's worth to her | |
| In the passing of the years | |
| See the portrait come to life | |
| See the vanity behind | |
| Cause in the struggle for survival | |
| Love is never blind | |
| Now, Olivia lies under anaesthesia | |
| Her wit and wonder snuffed | |
| In a routine operation | |
| Her own beauty not enough | |
| Her passions and her prudences | |
| Finances and fears | |
| Her face, what it's worth to her | |
| In the passing of the years | |
| See the portrait come to life | |
| See the vanity behind | |
| Cause in the struggle for survival | |
| Love is never blind | |
| Edith Wharton's lovely figurines | |
| Still speak to me today | |
| From their mantle piece in time | |
| Where they wrestle and they play | |
| We lie under anaesthesia | |
| Our wit and wonder snuffed | |
| In our routine operations | |
| Our own beauty not enough |
| zuo ci : Vega | |
| Edith Wharton' s lovely figurines | |
| Still speak to me today | |
| From their mantle piece in time | |
| Where they wrestle and they play | |
| With passions and with prudences | |
| Finances and fears | |
| Her face and what it' s worth to her | |
| In the passing of the years | |
| See the portrait come to life | |
| See the vanity behind | |
| Cause in the struggle for survival | |
| Love is never blind | |
| Now, Olivia lies under anaesthesia | |
| Her wit and wonder snuffed | |
| In a routine operation | |
| Her own beauty not enough | |
| Her passions and her prudences | |
| Finances and fears | |
| Her face, what it' s worth to her | |
| In the passing of the years | |
| See the portrait come to life | |
| See the vanity behind | |
| Cause in the struggle for survival | |
| Love is never blind | |
| Edith Wharton' s lovely figurines | |
| Still speak to me today | |
| From their mantle piece in time | |
| Where they wrestle and they play | |
| We lie under anaesthesia | |
| Our wit and wonder snuffed | |
| In our routine operations | |
| Our own beauty not enough |
| zuò cí : Vega | |
| Edith Wharton' s lovely figurines | |
| Still speak to me today | |
| From their mantle piece in time | |
| Where they wrestle and they play | |
| With passions and with prudences | |
| Finances and fears | |
| Her face and what it' s worth to her | |
| In the passing of the years | |
| See the portrait come to life | |
| See the vanity behind | |
| Cause in the struggle for survival | |
| Love is never blind | |
| Now, Olivia lies under anaesthesia | |
| Her wit and wonder snuffed | |
| In a routine operation | |
| Her own beauty not enough | |
| Her passions and her prudences | |
| Finances and fears | |
| Her face, what it' s worth to her | |
| In the passing of the years | |
| See the portrait come to life | |
| See the vanity behind | |
| Cause in the struggle for survival | |
| Love is never blind | |
| Edith Wharton' s lovely figurines | |
| Still speak to me today | |
| From their mantle piece in time | |
| Where they wrestle and they play | |
| We lie under anaesthesia | |
| Our wit and wonder snuffed | |
| In our routine operations | |
| Our own beauty not enough |