| Song | Princess Coldheart |
| Artist | The Legendary Pink Dots |
| Album | Crushed Velvet Apocalypse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ka-Spel | |
| Princess Coldheart closed her eyes | |
| And waited for the kiss to snap the chain between her lips | |
| They waited proud, they waited willing | |
| Filed in, failed, and so she killed them | |
| Sitting on her cutglass throne for 40 years without a phone | |
| Without a single word | |
| 100 thousand would-be suitors | |
| Dead because they couldn't move her | |
| In the courtyard flowers bloomed | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Pretty flowers bloom | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Some were daring, tried the tricks they'd learned in France | |
| Some would touch her hand | |
| Money signs etched in their eyes | |
| She sensed it and one by one they died | |
| Others chanted poems, even showered her with strange expensive gifts. | |
| She couldn't read, she owned the best | |
| She laid their flattery to rest | |
| In the courtyard flowers bloomed | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Pretty flowers bloom | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Then, one october night | |
| The humble village fool caught sight of Coldheart and he fell | |
| He smashed a rock against her throne | |
| He snatched her hand and took her home | |
| Happily they lived forever after | |
| He wears her chain upon his chest | |
| She even lets him kiss her breast | |
| In the courtyard flowers bloomed | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| In their garden flowers grew | |
| They pick them and decorate their room, it's touching | |
| It's touching, so touching | |
| It's touching, so touching, ahhh.... |
| zuo ci : KaSpel | |
| Princess Coldheart closed her eyes | |
| And waited for the kiss to snap the chain between her lips | |
| They waited proud, they waited willing | |
| Filed in, failed, and so she killed them | |
| Sitting on her cutglass throne for 40 years without a phone | |
| Without a single word | |
| 100 thousand wouldbe suitors | |
| Dead because they couldn' t move her | |
| In the courtyard flowers bloomed | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Pretty flowers bloom | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Some were daring, tried the tricks they' d learned in France | |
| Some would touch her hand | |
| Money signs etched in their eyes | |
| She sensed it and one by one they died | |
| Others chanted poems, even showered her with strange expensive gifts. | |
| She couldn' t read, she owned the best | |
| She laid their flattery to rest | |
| In the courtyard flowers bloomed | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Pretty flowers bloom | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Then, one october night | |
| The humble village fool caught sight of Coldheart and he fell | |
| He smashed a rock against her throne | |
| He snatched her hand and took her home | |
| Happily they lived forever after | |
| He wears her chain upon his chest | |
| She even lets him kiss her breast | |
| In the courtyard flowers bloomed | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| In their garden flowers grew | |
| They pick them and decorate their room, it' s touching | |
| It' s touching, so touching | |
| It' s touching, so touching, ahhh.... |
| zuò cí : KaSpel | |
| Princess Coldheart closed her eyes | |
| And waited for the kiss to snap the chain between her lips | |
| They waited proud, they waited willing | |
| Filed in, failed, and so she killed them | |
| Sitting on her cutglass throne for 40 years without a phone | |
| Without a single word | |
| 100 thousand wouldbe suitors | |
| Dead because they couldn' t move her | |
| In the courtyard flowers bloomed | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Pretty flowers bloom | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Some were daring, tried the tricks they' d learned in France | |
| Some would touch her hand | |
| Money signs etched in their eyes | |
| She sensed it and one by one they died | |
| Others chanted poems, even showered her with strange expensive gifts. | |
| She couldn' t read, she owned the best | |
| She laid their flattery to rest | |
| In the courtyard flowers bloomed | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Pretty flowers bloom | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| Then, one october night | |
| The humble village fool caught sight of Coldheart and he fell | |
| He smashed a rock against her throne | |
| He snatched her hand and took her home | |
| Happily they lived forever after | |
| He wears her chain upon his chest | |
| She even lets him kiss her breast | |
| In the courtyard flowers bloomed | |
| They drapped themselves round tombs and rows of crosses | |
| In their garden flowers grew | |
| They pick them and decorate their room, it' s touching | |
| It' s touching, so touching | |
| It' s touching, so touching, ahhh.... |