Bản dịch: Fary, El. Soy Wapo A Mi Manera.
Met a girl in the parking lot And all I did was say hello Her pepper spray made it rather hard For me to walk her home But I guess that's the way it goes
Vegetarian Vegetarian Vegetarian I, I don't want tofu I'd rather have a mouthful of beef stew I don't wanna be a vegetarian Why eat beans when you can
I'm a rabbit in your headlights Scared of the spotlight You don't come to visit I'm stuck in this bed Thin rubber gloves She laughs when she's cryin'
' with a dwarf, all right now! fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me yeah I saw it, I saw it, I tell you no lies Yeah faries wear boots and you
The outro to this song has it's own title, Jack the Stripper Goin' home, late last night suddenly I got a fright Yeah I looked throught the window and
Go I belong to You, You belong to me Lord I'm surrounded everywhere that I go I will walk with You, You will walk with me Lord I'm surrounded everywhere
One good bye and the world that I knew Just slips away and dares me to forget it I know my heart will heal one day if memories will let it It hurts when
Was it a broken arm or collar bone? It depended on the week And me with my black eye stitched from head to feet Uncomfortably happy All skinned knees
Oh so the words have all been said The feeling's old but it's new to me I guess I'm scared to death but Oh I just love you Oh I just love you Telling
Mother make me gold again again again again It was us and you and him you you and him and Each of us were golden Like sunset on my childhood curtains
Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates
We're just whistling past the graveyard Laughing in backseats and restaurants Don't know ourselves well but so what We know each other Floating down from
There's no sound, no one around Half the sun's gone underground All the dead still hold their heads But their old weeping won't resound As we drag our
Run in the front like you said I'm sad I'll miss it send it back in the photographs And I could use a vacation myself My eyes are bored Stuck in the
On some mentioning of thoughts and of mid-twenties tangent plots Those sad feathery talks that float on all that Tattered teenage applause clapped out
Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughts Thursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawn Weeping about
Speak dumb like every other one Don't want to let you down I'd rather let you fall apart And so you back off A bit less obvious Oh you forgot I called
