《Mss Macabrette》歌词

[00:00:00] She's mrs macabrette

[00:00:05] she paints the lamps with black

[00:00:09] she spreads crysanthenums on her steps

[00:00:16] three black plumes on her hat

[00:00:21] glass buttons on her breast

[00:00:25] the cypress bows down on her step

[00:00:46] she's mrs macabrette

[00:00:51] she makes love with the cats

[00:00:55] and talks only with herself

[00:01:02] dead leaves patch up her dress

[00:01:07] the ivy climbs up her legs

[00:01:11] Even the birdsong looks so sad

[00:01:37] She burns the photographs

[00:01:42] of her marriage

[00:01:46] to light another sigarette

[00:01:55] where her tears fell one day

[00:02:00] now grows the weeping willows

[00:02:05] now cuts her lips instead

[00:02:08] so nobody will be able will be able to snatch a smile from her

[00:02:56] where her tears fell one day

[00:03:00] now grows the weeping willows

[00:03:05] now cuts her lips instead

[00:03:08] so nobody will be able will be able to snatch a smile from her