| Song | Winsome Smile |
| Artist | Chris Smither |
| Album | Live As I'll Ever Be |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Smither | |
| Stop thinking now | |
| Quit second-guessing all your failed relations | |
| With your would've, could've, should've, maybe might-have-been | |
| I'll show you how | |
| Send your feelings out for lubrication | |
| Lose these blues and screw your head on tight again | |
| She cut you bad, your heart is just a scar | |
| But if you could just get mad, you'd be better off by far | |
| What you want is taken | |
| What you need is better circulation | |
| Work that heavy heart and get it light again. | |
| Listen to me now | |
| You suffer from a sadness, apprehension | |
| That if she could read your mind she'd see just how it ought to be | |
| But she's read it all by now | |
| And your style don't get a grip on her attention | |
| She ain't in your state of mind and she don't want to be | |
| You think if she'd just talk, you could explain it all | |
| She'd be polite, but all night she's been hoping you won't call | |
| She'll it's all her fault, she'll always be your friend | |
| Plus loads of shit too dumb to mention | |
| I've been that road and it's paved with good intentions. | |
| Well it's hard to believe | |
| But I'm telling you your heart would soon recover | |
| But you don't want it to, you love this aching agony | |
| 'Cause it's noble, but it's true | |
| You won't forsake this pain for other lovers | |
| Happiness would fill your mind with misery | |
| Time will wound all heels, and it ain't pretty | |
| With any luck at all, she'll find some dope that you can pity | |
| Your loss is measured in illusions | |
| And your gain is all in bittersweet intelligence | |
| And your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence | |
| Your winsome smile | |
| Your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence. |
| zuo ci : Smither | |
| Stop thinking now | |
| Quit secondguessing all your failed relations | |
| With your would' ve, could' ve, should' ve, maybe mighthavebeen | |
| I' ll show you how | |
| Send your feelings out for lubrication | |
| Lose these blues and screw your head on tight again | |
| She cut you bad, your heart is just a scar | |
| But if you could just get mad, you' d be better off by far | |
| What you want is taken | |
| What you need is better circulation | |
| Work that heavy heart and get it light again. | |
| Listen to me now | |
| You suffer from a sadness, apprehension | |
| That if she could read your mind she' d see just how it ought to be | |
| But she' s read it all by now | |
| And your style don' t get a grip on her attention | |
| She ain' t in your state of mind and she don' t want to be | |
| You think if she' d just talk, you could explain it all | |
| She' d be polite, but all night she' s been hoping you won' t call | |
| She' ll it' s all her fault, she' ll always be your friend | |
| Plus loads of shit too dumb to mention | |
| I' ve been that road and it' s paved with good intentions. | |
| Well it' s hard to believe | |
| But I' m telling you your heart would soon recover | |
| But you don' t want it to, you love this aching agony | |
| ' Cause it' s noble, but it' s true | |
| You won' t forsake this pain for other lovers | |
| Happiness would fill your mind with misery | |
| Time will wound all heels, and it ain' t pretty | |
| With any luck at all, she' ll find some dope that you can pity | |
| Your loss is measured in illusions | |
| And your gain is all in bittersweet intelligence | |
| And your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence | |
| Your winsome smile | |
| Your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence. |
| zuò cí : Smither | |
| Stop thinking now | |
| Quit secondguessing all your failed relations | |
| With your would' ve, could' ve, should' ve, maybe mighthavebeen | |
| I' ll show you how | |
| Send your feelings out for lubrication | |
| Lose these blues and screw your head on tight again | |
| She cut you bad, your heart is just a scar | |
| But if you could just get mad, you' d be better off by far | |
| What you want is taken | |
| What you need is better circulation | |
| Work that heavy heart and get it light again. | |
| Listen to me now | |
| You suffer from a sadness, apprehension | |
| That if she could read your mind she' d see just how it ought to be | |
| But she' s read it all by now | |
| And your style don' t get a grip on her attention | |
| She ain' t in your state of mind and she don' t want to be | |
| You think if she' d just talk, you could explain it all | |
| She' d be polite, but all night she' s been hoping you won' t call | |
| She' ll it' s all her fault, she' ll always be your friend | |
| Plus loads of shit too dumb to mention | |
| I' ve been that road and it' s paved with good intentions. | |
| Well it' s hard to believe | |
| But I' m telling you your heart would soon recover | |
| But you don' t want it to, you love this aching agony | |
| ' Cause it' s noble, but it' s true | |
| You won' t forsake this pain for other lovers | |
| Happiness would fill your mind with misery | |
| Time will wound all heels, and it ain' t pretty | |
| With any luck at all, she' ll find some dope that you can pity | |
| Your loss is measured in illusions | |
| And your gain is all in bittersweet intelligence | |
| And your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence | |
| Your winsome smile | |
| Your winsome smile will lose some of its innocence. |