歌曲 | Girl O'Clock |
歌手 | The Dismemberment Plan |
专辑 | Emergency & I |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dismemberment Plan | |
If I don't have sex by the end of the week, | |
I'm going to die. | |
If I don't feel a pair of soft lips on my own, | |
oh, I'm going to hang my head and cry. | |
If I don't feel warm breath on the nape of my neck, | |
or feel a nice post-coital sigh. | |
C'mon baby, you can tell the cops why… | |
And ya don't know the ice, | |
ice cold vice that grips my head. | |
And ya don't know the burning, | |
the burning I feel when I try to get out of bed . | |
And ya don't know how these urges, | |
all these urges, | |
all these urges, | |
can be so very very misread. | |
C'mon baby, was it something I said? | |
When it's there, | |
it's either day or night, | |
you know it's girl o'clock. | |
I don't know, | |
but I've been told it's so, | |
you know it's good as gold, | |
you know it's tick-tock ya don't stop. | |
If I don't have a nervous breakdown by the end of the week, | |
I'm going to be very, | |
very surprised |
zuo qu : Dismemberment Plan | |
If I don' t have sex by the end of the week, | |
I' m going to die. | |
If I don' t feel a pair of soft lips on my own, | |
oh, I' m going to hang my head and cry. | |
If I don' t feel warm breath on the nape of my neck, | |
or feel a nice postcoital sigh. | |
C' mon baby, you can tell the cops why | |
And ya don' t know the ice, | |
ice cold vice that grips my head. | |
And ya don' t know the burning, | |
the burning I feel when I try to get out of bed . | |
And ya don' t know how these urges, | |
all these urges, | |
all these urges, | |
can be so very very misread. | |
C' mon baby, was it something I said? | |
When it' s there, | |
it' s either day or night, | |
you know it' s girl o' clock. | |
I don' t know, | |
but I' ve been told it' s so, | |
you know it' s good as gold, | |
you know it' s ticktock ya don' t stop. | |
If I don' t have a nervous breakdown by the end of the week, | |
I' m going to be very, | |
very surprised |
zuò qǔ : Dismemberment Plan | |
If I don' t have sex by the end of the week, | |
I' m going to die. | |
If I don' t feel a pair of soft lips on my own, | |
oh, I' m going to hang my head and cry. | |
If I don' t feel warm breath on the nape of my neck, | |
or feel a nice postcoital sigh. | |
C' mon baby, you can tell the cops why | |
And ya don' t know the ice, | |
ice cold vice that grips my head. | |
And ya don' t know the burning, | |
the burning I feel when I try to get out of bed . | |
And ya don' t know how these urges, | |
all these urges, | |
all these urges, | |
can be so very very misread. | |
C' mon baby, was it something I said? | |
When it' s there, | |
it' s either day or night, | |
you know it' s girl o' clock. | |
I don' t know, | |
but I' ve been told it' s so, | |
you know it' s good as gold, | |
you know it' s ticktock ya don' t stop. | |
If I don' t have a nervous breakdown by the end of the week, | |
I' m going to be very, | |
very surprised |