笨小笨Paper and Ink歌词由Madds Buckley演唱，出自专辑《My Love is Sick》，下面是《Paper and Ink》完整版歌词！
Paper and Ink歌词完整版
Oh I’m a twisted thing
Born of stone and overgrowth
Inkwells, and crooked feather pens
And you’re paper thin
See-through, bound, and gilded
Oh a book, a thousand pages end to end
And I know that if I dogear any page
I’d tear it by mistake
If I fold or crease a single piece, I’d keep
From you
Oh, I’m assembly lines
Copy-paste machinery
A printing press, spitting out ink
And you’re one of a kind
No chance of reproduction
Once in a lifetime
Then gone in a blink
If I add a single thing
The ink will bleed to every page
If my fingers stain and smear
There’s no erasing my mistake
On you
There’s some things you hold close
And things that you keep sacred
You cannot be both
What will I do with all your words if I stain them?
What will I make of all your dogeared, gilded pages?
Oh I’m afraid that if I write then I will break them
Oh, I’m a twisted thing
My feather’s dipped in ink
Still hovering the chapter with my name
When you look at me
I know you left it empty
You don’t wanna touch what you can’t keep
And my hand is shaking
Ink is catching in my palm
As it trickles down my wrist
I wonder if it’d bleed at all on you
