[00:00.000] 作词 : Paul Westerberg
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Paul Westerberg
[00:12.746]Well she's kind of like an artist
[00:17.014]Sittin' on the floor
[00:20.828]Never finishes, she abandons
[00:24.622]Never shows a soul
[00:27.260]And she's kind of like a movie
[00:31.366]Everyone rushes to see
[00:34.671]And no one understands it
[00:38.382]Sittin' in their seats
[00:41.919]She opens her mouth to speak and
[00:45.655]What comes out's a mystery
[00:49.440]Thought about, not understood
[00:52.446]She's achin' to be
[01:03.577]Well she dances alone in nightclubs
[01:07.388]Every other day of the week
[01:11.327]People look right through her
[01:14.938]Baby doll, check your cheek
[01:18.330]And she's kind of like a poet
[01:22.051]Who finds it hard to speak
[01:25.791]Poems come so slowly
[01:28.932]Like the colors down a sheet
[01:32.804]She opens her mouth to speak and
[01:36.522]What comes out's a mystery
[01:40.310]Thought about, not understood
[01:43.472]She's achin' to be
[01:52.138]I've been achin' for a while now, friend
[01:59.347]I've been achin' hard for years
[02:25.451]Well she's kind of like an artist
[02:28.955]Who uses paints no more
[02:33.350]You never show me what you're doing
[02:37.018]Never show a soul
[02:39.998]Well, I saw one of your pictures
[02:43.468]There was nothin' that I could see
[02:47.404]If no one's on your canvas
[02:50.502]Well, I'm achin' to be
[02:56.557]She closes her mouth to speak and
[03:00.044]Closes her eyes to see
[03:03.772]Thought about an' only loved
[03:07.075]She's achin' to be
[03:18.182]Just like me

作词 : Paul Westerberg
作曲 : Paul Westerberg
Well she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
Never finishes, she abandons
Never shows a soul
And she's kind of like a movie
Everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sittin' in their seats
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be
Well she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day of the week
People look right through her
Baby doll, check your cheek
And she's kind of like a poet
Who finds it hard to speak
Poems come so slowly
Like the colors down a sheet
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be
I've been achin' for a while now, friend
I've been achin' hard for years
Well she's kind of like an artist
Who uses paints no more
You never show me what you're doing
Never show a soul
Well, I saw one of your pictures
There was nothin' that I could see
If no one's on your canvas
Well, I'm achin' to be
She closes her mouth to speak and
Closes her eyes to see
Thought about an' only loved
She's achin' to be
Just like me