歌曲 | Please (You Got That...) |
歌手 | Ray Charles |
专辑 | Shine Like It Does- The Anthology (1979-1997) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Michael Hutchence & Andrew Farriss | |
作词 : Farriss, Hutchence | |
Can't you see that I'm sick of this? | |
Chances are you're oblivious | |
To how I feel, Sitting on your throne | |
And I'm sure that I'm not alone, | |
not alone, not alone | |
Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? | |
Was it something that I couldn't see? | |
Never knew this would be so political | |
And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin | |
And it's starting to tear from within | |
But it's obvious that doesn't bother you | |
So please | |
I didn't think that you'd sell me out | |
Now I know what you're all about | |
You might feel in control of things | |
But you're not holding all the strings, | |
all the strings, all the strings... | |
Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? | |
Was it something that I couldn't see? | |
Never knew this would be so political | |
And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin | |
And it's starting to tear from within | |
But it's obvious that doesn't matter to you | |
I swallowed all your answers; | |
I've swallowed all my pride | |
You've used up all your chances, | |
To keep this all inside | |
Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? | |
Was it something that I couldn't see? | |
Never knew this would be so political | |
And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin | |
And it's starting to tear from within | |
But it's obvious that doesn't bother you | |
So please, don't keep telling me that it's okay | |
I don't buy all the shit that you say | |
And quite honestly I'm fucking sick of it | |
So please, if I cut off this nose from my face | |
Then I wouldn't feel so out of place | |
But it still wouldn't be quite enough for you, | |
So please | |
(End) |
zuo qu : Michael Hutchence Andrew Farriss | |
zuo ci : Farriss, Hutchence | |
Can' t you see that I' m sick of this? | |
Chances are you' re oblivious | |
To how I feel, Sitting on your throne | |
And I' m sure that I' m not alone, | |
not alone, not alone | |
Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? | |
Was it something that I couldn' t see? | |
Never knew this would be so political | |
And please, I' m still wearing this miserable skin | |
And it' s starting to tear from within | |
But it' s obvious that doesn' t bother you | |
So please | |
I didn' t think that you' d sell me out | |
Now I know what you' re all about | |
You might feel in control of things | |
But you' re not holding all the strings, | |
all the strings, all the strings... | |
Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? | |
Was it something that I couldn' t see? | |
Never knew this would be so political | |
And please, I' m still wearing this miserable skin | |
And it' s starting to tear from within | |
But it' s obvious that doesn' t matter to you | |
I swallowed all your answers | |
I' ve swallowed all my pride | |
You' ve used up all your chances, | |
To keep this all inside | |
Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? | |
Was it something that I couldn' t see? | |
Never knew this would be so political | |
And please, I' m still wearing this miserable skin | |
And it' s starting to tear from within | |
But it' s obvious that doesn' t bother you | |
So please, don' t keep telling me that it' s okay | |
I don' t buy all the shit that you say | |
And quite honestly I' m fucking sick of it | |
So please, if I cut off this nose from my face | |
Then I wouldn' t feel so out of place | |
But it still wouldn' t be quite enough for you, | |
So please | |
End |
zuò qǔ : Michael Hutchence Andrew Farriss | |
zuò cí : Farriss, Hutchence | |
Can' t you see that I' m sick of this? | |
Chances are you' re oblivious | |
To how I feel, Sitting on your throne | |
And I' m sure that I' m not alone, | |
not alone, not alone | |
Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? | |
Was it something that I couldn' t see? | |
Never knew this would be so political | |
And please, I' m still wearing this miserable skin | |
And it' s starting to tear from within | |
But it' s obvious that doesn' t bother you | |
So please | |
I didn' t think that you' d sell me out | |
Now I know what you' re all about | |
You might feel in control of things | |
But you' re not holding all the strings, | |
all the strings, all the strings... | |
Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? | |
Was it something that I couldn' t see? | |
Never knew this would be so political | |
And please, I' m still wearing this miserable skin | |
And it' s starting to tear from within | |
But it' s obvious that doesn' t matter to you | |
I swallowed all your answers | |
I' ve swallowed all my pride | |
You' ve used up all your chances, | |
To keep this all inside | |
Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? | |
Was it something that I couldn' t see? | |
Never knew this would be so political | |
And please, I' m still wearing this miserable skin | |
And it' s starting to tear from within | |
But it' s obvious that doesn' t bother you | |
So please, don' t keep telling me that it' s okay | |
I don' t buy all the shit that you say | |
And quite honestly I' m fucking sick of it | |
So please, if I cut off this nose from my face | |
Then I wouldn' t feel so out of place | |
But it still wouldn' t be quite enough for you, | |
So please | |
End |