作曲 : Costello You like coffee and you like tea Much more than you like me And everybody says watch out yeah For the sour milk-cow blues You like your coffee just a little too sweet Without your sugar life is incomplete And everybody says watch out yeah For the sour milk-cow blues I think about you everyday Something about you is not the same Something about the things you say Sounds like a different woman with a different name Sour milk-cow blues You wear a different size and style of shoe I think that someone must be poisoning you To replace you with a living double Get out of my life right now and save them all of the trouble They changed your complexion and your personality Somebody's putting ideas in your head They took the girl of my dreams and left you here instead Sour milk-cow blues You take your place in this parade of pleas You dial a number and they offer relief All alone with just your own device They give you something and it isn't advice To break the hearts of a million listeners Start out as lovers and you end up as prisoners Somebody's suffering from the things that you do Somebody's suffering but you're glad it isn't you Put your fingertips up to the screen Repeat after me, wake at the count of three Now I don't know which is worse What they're doing to you or what you're doing to me Sour milk-cow blues
作曲 : Costello You like coffee and you like tea Much more than you like me And everybody says watch out yeah For the sour milk-cow blues You like your coffee just a little too sweet Without your sugar life is incomplete And everybody says watch out yeah For the sour milk-cow blues I think about you everyday Something about you is not the same Something about the things you say Sounds like a different woman with a different name Sour milk-cow blues You wear a different size and style of shoe I think that someone must be poisoning you To replace you with a living double Get out of my life right now and save them all of the trouble They changed your complexion and your personality Somebody's putting ideas in your head They took the girl of my dreams and left you here instead Sour milk-cow blues You take your place in this parade of pleas You dial a number and they offer relief All alone with just your own device They give you something and it isn't advice To break the hearts of a million listeners Start out as lovers and you end up as prisoners Somebody's suffering from the things that you do Somebody's suffering but you're glad it isn't you Put your fingertips up to the screen Repeat after me, wake at the count of three Now I don't know which is worse What they're doing to you or what you're doing to me Sour milk-cow blues
