歌词∶
At last the secret is out,
As it always must come in the end,
The delicious story is ripe to tell
To tell to the intimate friend;
Over the tea-cups and into the square
The tongues has its desire;
Still waters run deep, my dear,
There's never smoke without fire.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
Behind the ghost on the links,
Behind the lady who dances
And the man who madly drinks,
[ 本帖最后由 enigma 于 2008-7-25 03:59 编辑 ]
