| Song | Like Being Born |
| Artist | Marianne Faithfull |
| Album | Kissin' Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Beck, Faithfull | |
| My father promised me roses | |
| My mother promised me storms | |
| My father taught me to use my mind | |
| My mother taught me scorn | |
| He touches me lightly with his hand | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born | |
| My father promised me green trees | |
| My mother promised me stars | |
| I hardly see the love I have | |
| It all goes by so fast | |
| He kisses me gently with his lips | |
| It's near, what once was far | |
| It's near, what once was far | |
| It's near, what once was far | |
| My father promised me roses | |
| My mother promised me thorns | |
| My father taught me to use my mind | |
| My mother taught me scorn | |
| He touches me lightly with his hand | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born |
| zuo ci : Beck, Faithfull | |
| My father promised me roses | |
| My mother promised me storms | |
| My father taught me to use my mind | |
| My mother taught me scorn | |
| He touches me lightly with his hand | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born | |
| My father promised me green trees | |
| My mother promised me stars | |
| I hardly see the love I have | |
| It all goes by so fast | |
| He kisses me gently with his lips | |
| It' s near, what once was far | |
| It' s near, what once was far | |
| It' s near, what once was far | |
| My father promised me roses | |
| My mother promised me thorns | |
| My father taught me to use my mind | |
| My mother taught me scorn | |
| He touches me lightly with his hand | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born |
| zuò cí : Beck, Faithfull | |
| My father promised me roses | |
| My mother promised me storms | |
| My father taught me to use my mind | |
| My mother taught me scorn | |
| He touches me lightly with his hand | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born | |
| My father promised me green trees | |
| My mother promised me stars | |
| I hardly see the love I have | |
| It all goes by so fast | |
| He kisses me gently with his lips | |
| It' s near, what once was far | |
| It' s near, what once was far | |
| It' s near, what once was far | |
| My father promised me roses | |
| My mother promised me thorns | |
| My father taught me to use my mind | |
| My mother taught me scorn | |
| He touches me lightly with his hand | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born | |
| It feels like being born |