I'll be that Girl
If I were you (and I wish that I were you),
All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue
I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes,
Tie my pantyhose around my neck
I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow
If you will not have me as myself,
Perhaps as someone else
Perhaps as you I'll be worth noticing
Then even a eunuch won't resist
The magic of a kiss from such as me
I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow
It's time to kick off your shoes,
Learn how to choose sadness
It's time to throw off those chains,
Addle our brains with madness
'cause we've got plenty of time
To grow old and die
But when at last your beauty's faded
You'll be glad that I have waited for you
When you're done
With being beautiful and young
When that course is run, then come to me
I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow
Seré esa chica
Si yo fuera tú (y desearía ser tú),
Todas las cosas que haría para ponerme azul
Supongo que empezaría por quitarme la ropa,
Atar mis medias a mi cuello
Seré esa chica - y tú estarías justo encima
Si yo fuera un campo, tú estarías en la gloria
Si yo fuera el sol, tú estarías en la sombra
Y si tuviera un arma, no habría mañana
Si no me quieres como soy,
Quizás como alguien más
Quizás como tú valdría la pena notarme
Entonces ni siquiera un eunuco resistiría
La magia de un beso de alguien como yo
Seré esa chica - y tú estarías justo encima
Si yo fuera un campo, tú estarías en la gloria
Si yo fuera el sol, tú estarías en la sombra
Si tuviera un arma, no habría mañana
Es hora de quitarse los zapatos,
Aprender a elegir la tristeza
Es hora de deshacernos de esas cadenas,
Trastornar nuestros cerebros con locura
Porque tenemos mucho tiempo
Para envejecer y morir
Pero cuando al fin tu belleza se desvanezca
Estarás contento de que te haya esperado
Cuando hayas terminado
De ser hermoso y joven
Cuando ese curso haya terminado, entonces ven a mí
Seré esa chica - y tú estarías justo encima
Si yo fuera un campo, tú estarías en la gloria
Si yo fuera el sol, tú estarías en la sombra
Si tuviera un arma, no habría mañana
Escrita por: Stephen Duffy / Steven Page