歌手:The Smiths
专辑:《Singles》

作词 : Marr, Morrissey
The lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles
I doused our friendly venture
With a hard-faced, three-word gesture
I started something,
I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now
I'm not too sure
I grabbed you by guilded beams
Uh, that's what tradition means
And I doused another venture with a gesture
That was absolutely vile
I started something,
I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now
I'm not too sure
I grabbed you by guilded beams
Uh, that's what tradition means
And now eighteen months' hard labor
Seems fair enough
I started something and
I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now
I'm not too sure
I started something,
I started something
Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now
I'm not too sure
Okay, Stephen?
Do that again?