歌曲 | Could Be Cruel |
歌手 | McKinley |
专辑 | Big Top Shop Talk |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McKinley | |
(McKinley) | |
One more night would do just beautifully. | |
Crashing cymbal grand finale | |
last-breath kiss and cymbal cracking high C | |
flies out of me, or we moan a morbid harmony. | |
A video clip for my library. | |
Tender and obscene I back up on you, | |
you into me. | |
Tender and obscene you're into me. | |
You could be, you could be cruel. | |
You could be, you could be cruel, | |
a careless, smoking Bogey, and I'll be | |
I'll be Rosellini. | |
Rosellini asking slap me, slap me, slap me. | |
Beer backs down to the places you left. | |
A slow hand inside pushing down | |
brings back whiskey burn in my chest, | |
whisker burn on my neck. I draw you | |
black and white from way up here. | |
You're barstool, camels and a beer. |
zuo qu : McKinley | |
McKinley | |
One more night would do just beautifully. | |
Crashing cymbal grand finale | |
lastbreath kiss and cymbal cracking high C | |
flies out of me, or we moan a morbid harmony. | |
A video clip for my library. | |
Tender and obscene I back up on you, | |
you into me. | |
Tender and obscene you' re into me. | |
You could be, you could be cruel. | |
You could be, you could be cruel, | |
a careless, smoking Bogey, and I' ll be | |
I' ll be Rosellini. | |
Rosellini asking slap me, slap me, slap me. | |
Beer backs down to the places you left. | |
A slow hand inside pushing down | |
brings back whiskey burn in my chest, | |
whisker burn on my neck. I draw you | |
black and white from way up here. | |
You' re barstool, camels and a beer. |
zuò qǔ : McKinley | |
McKinley | |
One more night would do just beautifully. | |
Crashing cymbal grand finale | |
lastbreath kiss and cymbal cracking high C | |
flies out of me, or we moan a morbid harmony. | |
A video clip for my library. | |
Tender and obscene I back up on you, | |
you into me. | |
Tender and obscene you' re into me. | |
You could be, you could be cruel. | |
You could be, you could be cruel, | |
a careless, smoking Bogey, and I' ll be | |
I' ll be Rosellini. | |
Rosellini asking slap me, slap me, slap me. | |
Beer backs down to the places you left. | |
A slow hand inside pushing down | |
brings back whiskey burn in my chest, | |
whisker burn on my neck. I draw you | |
black and white from way up here. | |
You' re barstool, camels and a beer. |