Mrs. Macabrette
She's mrs macabrette
she paints the lamps with black
she spreads chrysanthenums on her steps
three black plumes on her hat
glass buttons on her breast
the cypress bows down on her step
she's mrs macabrette
she makes love with the cats
and talks only with herself
dead leaves patch up her dress
the ivy climbs up her legs
...Even the birdsong looks so sad!
She burns the photographs of her marriage
to light another cigarette
Where her tears fell one day
now grows the weeping willows
now cuts her lips instead
Where her tears fell one day
now grows the weeping willows
now cuts her lips instead
Mrs. MacabretteLRC歌词
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[00:01.300]She's mrs macabrette
[00:05.300]she paints the lamps with black
[00:09.300]she spreads chrysanthenums on her steps
[00:17.300]three black plumes on her hat
[00:22.300]glass buttons on her breast
[00:27.300]the cypress bows down on her step
[00:48.300]she's mrs macabrette
[00:53.300]she makes love with the cats
[00:57.300]and talks only with herself
[01:04.299]dead leaves patch up her dress
[01:09.299]the ivy climbs up her legs
[01:14.299]...Even the birdsong looks so sad!
[01:38.300]She burns the photographs of her marriage
[01:47.300]to light another cigarette
[01:56.300]Where her tears fell one day
[02:01.299]now grows the weeping willows
[02:06.299]now cuts her lips instead
[02:57.300]Where her tears fell one day
[03:02.300]now grows the weeping willows
[03:06.300]now cuts her lips instead
