| Song | Going Once |
| Artist | Ani DiFranco |
| Album | To the Teeth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DiFranco | |
| Going once, going twice | |
| Sold to the girl | |
| Who ignored all the advice | |
| Of all the people who knew better | |
| She just stood there | |
| On the front porch | |
| Waiting for her will | |
| To come and get her | |
| She was packed | |
| She had a suitcase | |
| Full of noble intentions | |
| She had a map | |
| And a straight face | |
| Hell bent on reinvention | |
| And she was ready | |
| For the lonely | |
| She was in it for | |
| It only | |
| Going once, going twice | |
| Down the road less taken | |
| With her diary and her wd40 | |
| And her swiss army knife | |
| And her beer | |
| And there was always | |
| Someone there to say | |
| Why don't you just stay | |
| And hang your hat here | |
| But she was packed | |
| She had a suitcase | |
| Full of bungles and near misses | |
| And she was swinging | |
| Through a jungle | |
| Of last calls and first kisses | |
| And she was learning | |
| About please | |
| And huge humilities | |
| Then one day she looked around here | |
| And everything up til then was showing | |
| And she wondered how did i get here | |
| Without even knowing where i was going? | |
| Now there's no getting out of this | |
| And there is no going back | |
| And it all seems so odd sometimes | |
| And the odds all seem stacked | |
| Going once, going twice | |
| Sold to the girl | |
| Who ignored all the advice | |
| Of all the people who knew better | |
| She just stood there | |
| On the front porch | |
| Waiting for her will | |
| To come and get her | |
| She was packed | |
| She ahd a suitcase | |
| She had a map | |
| And a straight face | |
| She was ready | |
| For the lonely | |
| She was in it for | |
| It only |
| zuo ci : DiFranco | |
| Going once, going twice | |
| Sold to the girl | |
| Who ignored all the advice | |
| Of all the people who knew better | |
| She just stood there | |
| On the front porch | |
| Waiting for her will | |
| To come and get her | |
| She was packed | |
| She had a suitcase | |
| Full of noble intentions | |
| She had a map | |
| And a straight face | |
| Hell bent on reinvention | |
| And she was ready | |
| For the lonely | |
| She was in it for | |
| It only | |
| Going once, going twice | |
| Down the road less taken | |
| With her diary and her wd40 | |
| And her swiss army knife | |
| And her beer | |
| And there was always | |
| Someone there to say | |
| Why don' t you just stay | |
| And hang your hat here | |
| But she was packed | |
| She had a suitcase | |
| Full of bungles and near misses | |
| And she was swinging | |
| Through a jungle | |
| Of last calls and first kisses | |
| And she was learning | |
| About please | |
| And huge humilities | |
| Then one day she looked around here | |
| And everything up til then was showing | |
| And she wondered how did i get here | |
| Without even knowing where i was going? | |
| Now there' s no getting out of this | |
| And there is no going back | |
| And it all seems so odd sometimes | |
| And the odds all seem stacked | |
| Going once, going twice | |
| Sold to the girl | |
| Who ignored all the advice | |
| Of all the people who knew better | |
| She just stood there | |
| On the front porch | |
| Waiting for her will | |
| To come and get her | |
| She was packed | |
| She ahd a suitcase | |
| She had a map | |
| And a straight face | |
| She was ready | |
| For the lonely | |
| She was in it for | |
| It only |
| zuò cí : DiFranco | |
| Going once, going twice | |
| Sold to the girl | |
| Who ignored all the advice | |
| Of all the people who knew better | |
| She just stood there | |
| On the front porch | |
| Waiting for her will | |
| To come and get her | |
| She was packed | |
| She had a suitcase | |
| Full of noble intentions | |
| She had a map | |
| And a straight face | |
| Hell bent on reinvention | |
| And she was ready | |
| For the lonely | |
| She was in it for | |
| It only | |
| Going once, going twice | |
| Down the road less taken | |
| With her diary and her wd40 | |
| And her swiss army knife | |
| And her beer | |
| And there was always | |
| Someone there to say | |
| Why don' t you just stay | |
| And hang your hat here | |
| But she was packed | |
| She had a suitcase | |
| Full of bungles and near misses | |
| And she was swinging | |
| Through a jungle | |
| Of last calls and first kisses | |
| And she was learning | |
| About please | |
| And huge humilities | |
| Then one day she looked around here | |
| And everything up til then was showing | |
| And she wondered how did i get here | |
| Without even knowing where i was going? | |
| Now there' s no getting out of this | |
| And there is no going back | |
| And it all seems so odd sometimes | |
| And the odds all seem stacked | |
| Going once, going twice | |
| Sold to the girl | |
| Who ignored all the advice | |
| Of all the people who knew better | |
| She just stood there | |
| On the front porch | |
| Waiting for her will | |
| To come and get her | |
| She was packed | |
| She ahd a suitcase | |
| She had a map | |
| And a straight face | |
| She was ready | |
| For the lonely | |
| She was in it for | |
| It only |