Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed Lyrics

Song	Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
Artist	David Bowie
Album	Man of Words/Man of Music
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	作词 : Bowie
	Spy, spy, pretty girl
	I see you see me through your window
	Don't turn your nose up
	Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last
	It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house
	And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
	Well, I'm the cream, yeah, of the great Utopia dream
	And you're the gleam, yeah, of the great Utopia dream
	I'm a phallus in pigtails, and there's blood on my nose
	And my tissue is rotting, where the rats chew my bone
	And my eye sockets empty, see nothing but pain
	I keep having this brainstorm, about twelve times a day
	Now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed
	As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
	I got eyes in my backside, that see electric tomatoes
	On credit card rye bread, there are children in washrooms
	Holding hands with a queen, and my heads full of murders
	Where only killers scream
	So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
	As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
	Now you run from your window, to the porcelain bowl
	And you're sick from your ears, to the red parquet floor
	You should spend the morning walking with me quite amazed
	As I'm unwashed and happily slightly dazed

	zuo ci : Bowie
	Spy, spy, pretty girl
	I see you see me through your window
	Don' t turn your nose up
	Well, you can if you need to, you won' t be the first or last
	It must strain you to look down so far from your father' s house
	And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
	Well, I' m the cream, yeah, of the great Utopia dream
	And you' re the gleam, yeah, of the great Utopia dream
	I' m a phallus in pigtails, and there' s blood on my nose
	And my tissue is rotting, where the rats chew my bone
	And my eye sockets empty, see nothing but pain
	I keep having this brainstorm, about twelve times a day
	Now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed
	As I' m unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
	I got eyes in my backside, that see electric tomatoes
	On credit card rye bread, there are children in washrooms
	Holding hands with a queen, and my heads full of murders
	Where only killers scream
	So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
	As I' m unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
	Now you run from your window, to the porcelain bowl
	And you' re sick from your ears, to the red parquet floor
	You should spend the morning walking with me quite amazed
	As I' m unwashed and happily slightly dazed

	zuò cí : Bowie
	Spy, spy, pretty girl
	I see you see me through your window
	Don' t turn your nose up
	Well, you can if you need to, you won' t be the first or last
	It must strain you to look down so far from your father' s house
	And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
	Well, I' m the cream, yeah, of the great Utopia dream
	And you' re the gleam, yeah, of the great Utopia dream
	I' m a phallus in pigtails, and there' s blood on my nose
	And my tissue is rotting, where the rats chew my bone
	And my eye sockets empty, see nothing but pain
	I keep having this brainstorm, about twelve times a day
	Now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed
	As I' m unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
	I got eyes in my backside, that see electric tomatoes
	On credit card rye bread, there are children in washrooms
	Holding hands with a queen, and my heads full of murders
	Where only killers scream
	So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
	As I' m unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
	Now you run from your window, to the porcelain bowl
	And you' re sick from your ears, to the red parquet floor
	You should spend the morning walking with me quite amazed
	As I' m unwashed and happily slightly dazed

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