| Song | Jumble, Jumble |
| Artist | The White Stripes |
| Album | De Stijl |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : White, White | |
| Jumble jumble come on over all at my house sleep on the couch look like a mouse can't even see ya | |
| Crumble crumble the bag is brown rip up the paper to hear a sound pick up the pieces up off the ground tumble tumble on to the floor until your poor roll over | |
| I'm at the door wave to me | |
| Why can't you be nicer to me? somebody's screaming everything's so funny looking at the ceiling i don't have any money people don't even know me but they know how to show me why can't you be nicer to me? my pride is dying so i stop caring i think i'm all done lying all alone and walking nobody's sharing nobody's talking why can't you be nicer to me? well the wind is blowing where am i going off a bridge and falling nobody's praying nobody's calling on the ground and laying why can't you be nicer to me? |
| zuo ci : White, White | |
| Jumble jumble come on over all at my house sleep on the couch look like a mouse can' t even see ya | |
| Crumble crumble the bag is brown rip up the paper to hear a sound pick up the pieces up off the ground tumble tumble on to the floor until your poor roll over | |
| I' m at the door wave to me | |
| Why can' t you be nicer to me? somebody' s screaming everything' s so funny looking at the ceiling i don' t have any money people don' t even know me but they know how to show me why can' t you be nicer to me? my pride is dying so i stop caring i think i' m all done lying all alone and walking nobody' s sharing nobody' s talking why can' t you be nicer to me? well the wind is blowing where am i going off a bridge and falling nobody' s praying nobody' s calling on the ground and laying why can' t you be nicer to me? |
| zuò cí : White, White | |
| Jumble jumble come on over all at my house sleep on the couch look like a mouse can' t even see ya | |
| Crumble crumble the bag is brown rip up the paper to hear a sound pick up the pieces up off the ground tumble tumble on to the floor until your poor roll over | |
| I' m at the door wave to me | |
| Why can' t you be nicer to me? somebody' s screaming everything' s so funny looking at the ceiling i don' t have any money people don' t even know me but they know how to show me why can' t you be nicer to me? my pride is dying so i stop caring i think i' m all done lying all alone and walking nobody' s sharing nobody' s talking why can' t you be nicer to me? well the wind is blowing where am i going off a bridge and falling nobody' s praying nobody' s calling on the ground and laying why can' t you be nicer to me? |