《F-Hole》歌词

[00:00:00] F-Hole - Squeeze

[00:00:13] I wrote her name on a bar mat

[00:00:18] She had a peculiar bonnet

[00:00:24] But a youngish damsel figure

[00:00:30] With her tongue tied to a trigger

[00:00:36] She seemed a total killer

[00:00:42] Her face all filled with filler

[00:00:48] Her face a painting palette

[00:00:54] I stomached all her habits

[00:01:00] Sipped her snow balls poshly like a judge

[00:01:05] But left her lipstick traces on her mug

[00:01:23] We watched each other closely

[00:01:28] She looks like bela lugosi

[00:01:34] She asked me for a ride home

[00:01:40] I felt around for my comb

[00:01:46] And in the bar room mirror

[00:01:52] I combed right through her figure

[00:01:58] She wiggled through the car park

[00:02:04] Into the pit of my heart

[00:02:10] Sat herself beside me in my van

[00:02:16] A ring on every finger of her hand

[00:02:32] She lived down by the river

[00:02:39] A flat the council give her

[00:02:44] Wallpaper very scenic

[00:02:50] Her outlook very beatnik

[00:02:56] We watched the close and weather

[00:03:02] Then through the door he entered

[00:03:08] Short sleeves and arms of iron

[00:03:14] And me with just my tie on

[00:03:20] She said the lodger's used to this by now

[00:03:26] I'd handled all the bull but not the cow

[00:03:43] Behind her velvet sofa

[00:03:48] I found myself back sober

[00:03:54] She kept an old acoustic

[00:04:00] She never ever used it

[00:04:06] A gift for me with a capo

[00:04:12] A six string with an f-hole

[00:04:18] We made the strangest couple

[00:04:24] A laurel and hardy double

[00:04:30] I learnt to play her favourite country songs

[00:04:36] With one or two chords always going wrong