Maaya Sakamoto || Rie Fu || Bonnie Pink || Chihiro Onitsuka || Ringo Shiina || Cardcaptor Sakura || Shakira
	Singles Albums       Demo Tapes back		Mirror Ball Just Can't Help It, Variety damatte mitsumeta soba no gurasu　shinku ni surareta kaguwashii chizu sono meiro o aruite tadoritsuitara sugu ni me o ooe　sono hadairo ga ima ni me o tsunzaku zo   kurutta magaimono no jazu de odoru　oozei no makizoe o tsurete noboru shisen ga shimikonde sono kumorinai hadairo o kiniro ni kaeteiku　mou osoi ka mo shirenai na aa mou tamaranai　kamitsuita tte itaku wa nai mousou　tomaranai　ase de chikaine sutairingu hikaru kami ga kidou o shibotte　sanso o wasuretai fukasou ni mieru kuru fushi no sachi　kawa ichimai sae furezu ni iru furimaita sachi ni kaite aru koto wa subete hontou kai? mita koto aru no kai? sou ja nai darou saa mou kono hen de joutai misero yo　shinku no doukutsu o hikikaese yo mou wasurete shimatta nara uso no kiniro no hada ga hikari ga kieru goro ni tomo ni kieteiku no kai? kimeta no kai?   aa mou tamaranai　kamitsuita tte itaku wa nai mousou　tomaranai　ase de chikaine sutairingu hikaru kami ga kidou o shibotte　sanso o wasuretai aa mou tamaranai　kamitsuita tte itaku wa nai mousou todomaranai　ase de sutairingu hikaru kami outou negaitai　tachidomatte miteitaku wa nai mou oi tsudzuketai　donna katachi no shimai na no ka zutto kagayaku hadairo o miteitai hanarerarenai When I grope along to it instantly walking along your maze, silencing the glass I was scrutinizing, the sweet-smelling map printed in crimson, cover your eyes – your flesh-color is even now piercing my eyes Dancing to an insane imitation of jazz, as we rise above the entanglements of the crowd Your cloudless flesh-color soaks into my eyes and changes into gold – it might be too late already Oh, I can’t help it already – it doesn’t hurt where you bit me I’m delusional, I can’t help it – that shining styled-up hair, all sweaty, is squeezing my respiratory tract; I want to forget about oxygen The happiness of your ankles seems so deep – not even one inch of your skin fails to affect me Writing about the happiness lavished on me is everything Is it true? Have you seen it? That’s not it, is it So, come and show me your true colors already – bring me back to your crimson cave If the golden skin of those lies is gone and forgotten already When the light goes out, will we go out with it? Have you decided? Oh, I can’t help it already – it doesn’t hurt where you bit me I’m delusional, I can’t help it – that shining styled-up hair, all sweaty, is squeezing my respiratory tract; I want to forget about oxygen Oh, I can’t help it already – it doesn’t hurt where you bit me I’m delusional, I can’t help it – that shining styled-up hair, all sweaty I want to await your reply – it doesn’t hurt to try to stand still I want to keep chasing you more – who knows what shape the end will take? I want to see that flesh-color shining forever I won’t be separated from it Info: Original by Petrolz (the former band of Ukigumo, Tokyo Jihen Phase 2's guitarist, who also wrote the song). back to Ringo Shiina
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