歌曲 | Driving |
歌手 | Rebekka Bakken |
专辑 | September |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I like driving | |
Darling I like driving | |
I left my shoe in a closet somewhere | |
You wonder how I'll walk from here | |
But there's a way | |
I got to your hood | |
In the first place | |
I left my head in a willow tree | |
Outside the house you were showing me | |
That night we met | |
I remember your face | |
And the strange taste | |
You left in my dreams | |
Where my mind had been | |
Making excuses | |
For what it’d seen | |
But madam X | |
Didn't leave out the next | |
Sight she saw | |
It was a closed door | |
So I picked up my purse | |
And the one shoe I had | |
The rest of the pride | |
The bank said I had | |
I picked up the pain | |
And carried some stains | |
God it hurt to be barefoot | |
Darling | |
I like driving | |
Darling I like driving | |
With the naked boys | |
But I'd be down on the floor | |
Wouldn't laugh no more | |
I wouldn't think a thought | |
I wouldn't be the cause | |
Of any ones call | |
To wipe the floor | |
For my coming | |
You made a choice | |
Well I still got a voice | |
I do love leaves and the naked boys | |
I gotta find me a man | |
With a heart like a van | |
Cause I like driving | |
Darling I like driving | |
With the naked boys | |
Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
But I'd be down on the floor | |
Wouldn't laugh no more | |
I wouldn't think a thought | |
I wouldn't be the cause | |
Of any ones call | |
To wipe the floor | |
For my coming | |
Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
Cause I like driving |
I like driving | |
Darling I like driving | |
I left my shoe in a closet somewhere | |
You wonder how I' ll walk from here | |
But there' s a way | |
I got to your hood | |
In the first place | |
I left my head in a willow tree | |
Outside the house you were showing me | |
That night we met | |
I remember your face | |
And the strange taste | |
You left in my dreams | |
Where my mind had been | |
Making excuses | |
For what it' d seen | |
But madam X | |
Didn' t leave out the next | |
Sight she saw | |
It was a closed door | |
So I picked up my purse | |
And the one shoe I had | |
The rest of the pride | |
The bank said I had | |
I picked up the pain | |
And carried some stains | |
God it hurt to be barefoot | |
Darling | |
I like driving | |
Darling I like driving | |
With the naked boys | |
But I' d be down on the floor | |
Wouldn' t laugh no more | |
I wouldn' t think a thought | |
I wouldn' t be the cause | |
Of any ones call | |
To wipe the floor | |
For my coming | |
You made a choice | |
Well I still got a voice | |
I do love leaves and the naked boys | |
I gotta find me a man | |
With a heart like a van | |
Cause I like driving | |
Darling I like driving | |
With the naked boys | |
Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
But I' d be down on the floor | |
Wouldn' t laugh no more | |
I wouldn' t think a thought | |
I wouldn' t be the cause | |
Of any ones call | |
To wipe the floor | |
For my coming | |
Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
Cause I like driving |
I like driving | |
Darling I like driving | |
I left my shoe in a closet somewhere | |
You wonder how I' ll walk from here | |
But there' s a way | |
I got to your hood | |
In the first place | |
I left my head in a willow tree | |
Outside the house you were showing me | |
That night we met | |
I remember your face | |
And the strange taste | |
You left in my dreams | |
Where my mind had been | |
Making excuses | |
For what it' d seen | |
But madam X | |
Didn' t leave out the next | |
Sight she saw | |
It was a closed door | |
So I picked up my purse | |
And the one shoe I had | |
The rest of the pride | |
The bank said I had | |
I picked up the pain | |
And carried some stains | |
God it hurt to be barefoot | |
Darling | |
I like driving | |
Darling I like driving | |
With the naked boys | |
But I' d be down on the floor | |
Wouldn' t laugh no more | |
I wouldn' t think a thought | |
I wouldn' t be the cause | |
Of any ones call | |
To wipe the floor | |
For my coming | |
You made a choice | |
Well I still got a voice | |
I do love leaves and the naked boys | |
I gotta find me a man | |
With a heart like a van | |
Cause I like driving | |
Darling I like driving | |
With the naked boys | |
Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
But I' d be down on the floor | |
Wouldn' t laugh no more | |
I wouldn' t think a thought | |
I wouldn' t be the cause | |
Of any ones call | |
To wipe the floor | |
For my coming | |
Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
Cause I like driving |