| Song | Little Atoms |
| Artist | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
| Album | All This Useless Beauty |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Costello | |
| I arose and Marigold lay down with Curious Iris | |
| Cherry gave to Victor her prudence and her virus | |
| For the sake of purity I can recall the time and place | |
| Between wisdom and murder she gave up her | |
| Immaculate face | |
| My poor belated chastity fell foul | |
| Of grown up games | |
| With false and lovely modesty | |
| I can recall the names I'll miss | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss | |
| Patience has her virtue still but every grace | |
| Must have its price | |
| I through some felicity may spin a tale | |
| Of constant vice | |
| I took my better nature out, drowned it | |
| In the babbling stream | |
| Took the blossom of my youth | |
| And blew it all to smithereens | |
| My poor belated chastity fell foul | |
| Of grown up games | |
| With false and lovely modesty | |
| I can recall the names I'll miss | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss | |
| And if you still don't like my song | |
| Then you can just go to hell | |
| I don't care if I'm right or wrong or if | |
| My typewriter can spell | |
| But I cannot promise you I've said "goodbye" | |
| To childish things | |
| There's still some pretty insults left | |
| And such sport in threatening | |
| My poor belated chastity fell foul | |
| Of grown up games | |
| With false and lovely modesty | |
| I can recall the names I'll miss | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss | |
| And for the sake of clarity | |
| They are "faith", "hope", and "charity" | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss |
| zuo qu : Costello | |
| I arose and Marigold lay down with Curious Iris | |
| Cherry gave to Victor her prudence and her virus | |
| For the sake of purity I can recall the time and place | |
| Between wisdom and murder she gave up her | |
| Immaculate face | |
| My poor belated chastity fell foul | |
| Of grown up games | |
| With false and lovely modesty | |
| I can recall the names I' ll miss | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss | |
| Patience has her virtue still but every grace | |
| Must have its price | |
| I through some felicity may spin a tale | |
| Of constant vice | |
| I took my better nature out, drowned it | |
| In the babbling stream | |
| Took the blossom of my youth | |
| And blew it all to smithereens | |
| My poor belated chastity fell foul | |
| Of grown up games | |
| With false and lovely modesty | |
| I can recall the names I' ll miss | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss | |
| And if you still don' t like my song | |
| Then you can just go to hell | |
| I don' t care if I' m right or wrong or if | |
| My typewriter can spell | |
| But I cannot promise you I' ve said " goodbye" | |
| To childish things | |
| There' s still some pretty insults left | |
| And such sport in threatening | |
| My poor belated chastity fell foul | |
| Of grown up games | |
| With false and lovely modesty | |
| I can recall the names I' ll miss | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss | |
| And for the sake of clarity | |
| They are " faith", " hope", and " charity" | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss |
| zuò qǔ : Costello | |
| I arose and Marigold lay down with Curious Iris | |
| Cherry gave to Victor her prudence and her virus | |
| For the sake of purity I can recall the time and place | |
| Between wisdom and murder she gave up her | |
| Immaculate face | |
| My poor belated chastity fell foul | |
| Of grown up games | |
| With false and lovely modesty | |
| I can recall the names I' ll miss | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss | |
| Patience has her virtue still but every grace | |
| Must have its price | |
| I through some felicity may spin a tale | |
| Of constant vice | |
| I took my better nature out, drowned it | |
| In the babbling stream | |
| Took the blossom of my youth | |
| And blew it all to smithereens | |
| My poor belated chastity fell foul | |
| Of grown up games | |
| With false and lovely modesty | |
| I can recall the names I' ll miss | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss | |
| And if you still don' t like my song | |
| Then you can just go to hell | |
| I don' t care if I' m right or wrong or if | |
| My typewriter can spell | |
| But I cannot promise you I' ve said " goodbye" | |
| To childish things | |
| There' s still some pretty insults left | |
| And such sport in threatening | |
| My poor belated chastity fell foul | |
| Of grown up games | |
| With false and lovely modesty | |
| I can recall the names I' ll miss | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss | |
| And for the sake of clarity | |
| They are " faith", " hope", and " charity" | |
| In the particle of me that cares for this | |
| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss |