| Song | Revolving Dora |
| Artist | Fountains of Wayne |
| Album | Traffic and Weather |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
| Oh yeahRevolving | |
| DoraHits the floor alone again | |
| See her spinning, see her grinning at her imaginary friends | |
| She's in her own rotating world | |
| There's something blurry about that girl | |
| Oh yeahAnd she's turning out to be | |
| Immune to gravity | |
| She's a lot like you | |
| Not much like me | |
| Oh yeahRevolving | |
| Dora Seems so sure about it all | |
| She knows the score | |
| So long before the morning papers make the call | |
| And she's searching around the dial | |
| For a song that'll make her smile | |
| And she's turning out to be | |
| Immune to gravity | |
| And I don't know the degree | |
| Of her grip on reality | |
| But she sure has got a hold on me | |
| Oh yeah |
| zuo ci : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
| Oh yeahRevolving | |
| DoraHits the floor alone again | |
| See her spinning, see her grinning at her imaginary friends | |
| She' s in her own rotating world | |
| There' s something blurry about that girl | |
| Oh yeahAnd she' s turning out to be | |
| Immune to gravity | |
| She' s a lot like you | |
| Not much like me | |
| Oh yeahRevolving | |
| Dora Seems so sure about it all | |
| She knows the score | |
| So long before the morning papers make the call | |
| And she' s searching around the dial | |
| For a song that' ll make her smile | |
| And she' s turning out to be | |
| Immune to gravity | |
| And I don' t know the degree | |
| Of her grip on reality | |
| But she sure has got a hold on me | |
| Oh yeah |
| zuò cí : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
| Oh yeahRevolving | |
| DoraHits the floor alone again | |
| See her spinning, see her grinning at her imaginary friends | |
| She' s in her own rotating world | |
| There' s something blurry about that girl | |
| Oh yeahAnd she' s turning out to be | |
| Immune to gravity | |
| She' s a lot like you | |
| Not much like me | |
| Oh yeahRevolving | |
| Dora Seems so sure about it all | |
| She knows the score | |
| So long before the morning papers make the call | |
| And she' s searching around the dial | |
| For a song that' ll make her smile | |
| And she' s turning out to be | |
| Immune to gravity | |
| And I don' t know the degree | |
| Of her grip on reality | |
| But she sure has got a hold on me | |
| Oh yeah |