I Can Fix Him (No Really I C(1/3)

thesmokecloudbillowsouthismouth

吞云吐雾的他口中浓烟滚滚而出

likeafreighttrainthroughasmalltown

好似那穿过小镇的货运列车

thejokesthathetoldacrossthebar

他身子探过吧台讲的那些笑话

wererevoltingandfartooloud

粗鄙不堪声音又高得刺耳

theyshaketheirheads,saying,"godhelpher"wheni

人们纷纷摇头叹息说道“上帝保佑她”

tell""emhe""smyman

当他们得知他是我的爱人

butyourgoodlorddoesn""tneedtoliftafinger

而无需你的上帝伸出援手

icanfixhim,noreallyican

我能叫他改头换面真的我能做到

andonlyican

也只有我能改变他

thedopamineracesthroughhisbrain

多巴胺在他大脑里风驰电掣

onasix-lanetexashighway

犹如在德州六车道高速公路上狂飙的赛车

hishand,socallousedfromhispistol

他握枪的手满是老茧

softlytracesheartsonmyface

却轻抚着我的脸颊勾勒出心形图案

andicouldseeitfromamileaway

相隔一英里我也一眼看出他沦陷了

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