Frankenstein (Album Version)
Aimee Mann« Frankenstein (Album Version) » est une chanson de Aimee Mann, 1995, Pop. La chanson dure 2:42, 30 lines / 230 words.
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0:02Frankenstein
0:18I dont know you from adam it could make my day
0:22If you leave me a message Ill give it away
0:27Cause the most perfect strangers that you can talk to
0:31Are the ones who pretend that youre not really you
0:35Are with any attempts here to play frankenstein
0:40Come with plenty of chances for changing your mind
0:48When youre building your own creation
0:52Nothings better than real than a real
0:57Imitation
1:06I wont find it fantastic or think it absurd
1:10When the gun in the first act goes off in the third
1:14Cause its rare that you ever know what to expect
1:18From a guy made of corpses with bolts in his neck
1:23If the creature is limping the parts are in place
1:27With a mind of its own and a fist for a face
1:35Say hello to your new creation
1:40Now its better than real
1:42Its a real imitation
1:54You may wonder what the catch is
1:58As we batten down the hatches
2:05And when later we find that the thing we devised
2:09Has the villagers clamouring for its demise
2:14We will have to admit the futility of
2:18Trying to make something more of this jerry-built love
2:22And youll notice it bears a resemblance to
2:27Everything I imagined I wanted from you
2:35But at least its my own creation
2:40And its better than real
2:42Its a real imitation
Frankenstein I dont know you from adam it could make my day If you leave me a message Ill give it away Cause the most perfect strangers that you can talk to Are the ones who pretend that youre not really you Are with any attempts here to play frankenstein Come with plenty of chances for changing your mind When youre building your own creation Nothings better than real than a real Imitation I wont find it fantastic or think it absurd When the gun in the first act goes off in the third Cause its rare that you ever know what to expect From a guy made of corpses with bolts in his neck If the creature is limping the parts are in place With a mind of its own and a fist for a face Say hello to your new creation Now its better than real Its a real imitation You may wonder what the catch is As we batten down the hatches And when later we find that the thing we devised Has the villagers clamouring for its demise We will have to admit the futility of Trying to make something more of this jerry-built love And youll notice it bears a resemblance to Everything I imagined I wanted from you But at least its my own creation And its better than real Its a real imitation
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