Souvenirs

Souvenirs - Meat Loaf (密特·勞弗)

Written by：Jim Steinman

Baby I think it's over

The end is finally near

Don't wanna talk about it anymore

I see it all so clear

So pack your bags

And move on out

There ain't nothing for you here

I think you know it's over too

So why not disappear

Wait a minute baby

What's that you say

You really don't think it's fair

To send you outside

Into the cold cold night

Oh you poor poor girl

Well I don't really care

'Cause you've been cold to me so long

I'm cryin' icicles instead of tears

So pack your bags and move on out

There ain't nothin' for you here

Baby I know it's over

I got a last idea

Don't want to leave you empty handed

Well I agree that wouldn't be fair

Take along a little something to remember me by

A little something to show that I cared

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

Take your souvenirs

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

You take your souvenirs

Step right up you poor poor girl

Take your souvenirs

Take my heart

Drain it dry

I don't blame you now

'Cause I know you really tried

Take my soul

You can have my mind

But you're never gonna get your hands on my love

'Cause it's mine mine all mine

Take my master

You can have my slave

When I'm dead or buried alive

You can always take my grave

Take my body

Well I know you really think it's fine

But you're never gonna get your hands on my love

Because it's mine mine all mine

Tell me right now

Who's playing this game

And which side do I choose

I'm going down down

And I'm spinning around

Is there anyone I can accuse

What are the odds

Or do I win or lose

Oh baby

Please sir by the way sir

May I be excused

Take my sorrow

I'm running out of joy

When you're tired of playing with yourself

You can always take my toys

Take my baby

Show her a real good time

You always were a super dad

But as a lover you were less than fine

Take my jewels

Well I know you love to see them shine

But you're never gonna get your hands on my love

Because it's mine mine all mine

Tell me right now

Who's playing this game

And which side do I choose

I'm going down down

And I'm spinning around

Is there anyone I can accuse

What are the odds

Or do I win or lose

Oh baby

Please sir by the way sir

May I be excused

I don't wanna play with you no more

I don't wanna play with you no more

I don't wanna play with you no more

I don't wanna play with you no more

I don't wanna play with you no more

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

You take your souvenirs

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

Take your souvenirs

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

You take your souvenirs

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

Step right up you poor little girl

Take your souvenirs

Step right up you poor poor girl