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The More You Pay
(专辑: Don McLean - 1972)
The
auctioneer said, I'm not through yet, Here's a
horse the
likes of which you've never seen, And the
straw hats in the
sun, with a
face beneath each one, Shown doubtful and the
auctioneer got mean. Do you think that you can find a
horse like this every day? I
don't think there's any better on this earth, And the
more you pay, the
more it's worth. Then out she came, a
snow-white mare, Prancing and a
dancing in the
silver sun, They watched her from behind, as she did her bump and grind, Walking naked, sad and graceful for their fun. Oh how I
wished I
could afford that lady painted white, A
queen with high nobility of birth, But the
more you pay, the
more it's worth. My pockets hung with empty blues, Silent heels were standing on my growing pains, My bid was not too bad, two bits was all I
had, And the
stable boy just handed me the
reins. Well the
gallery went wild, and the
auctioneer half smiled, What we don't sell we shoot or give away, 'Cause the
more you pay, the
more it's worth. And where was the
boy, who rode on her back, With his arms holding tight round her neck? How tightly he clung, When they both were young, And fate had not let this poor girl be so Disgraced.
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