Sleeping on the Floor 歌词
| 歌曲 | Sleeping on the Floor |
| 歌手 | The Pink Spiders |
| 专辑 | Sweat It Out |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Rocks and salt, a small umbrella and | |
| I'm fine, | |
| But straight from the bottle might save me a little time | |
| I don't need no chaser, baby, | |
| I don't need no lime | |
| Are you there | |
| José? Is there no reason to your rhyme? | |
| Don't let this night ever end | |
| Don't let this bottle run dry | |
| Don't let this room spin around my head ' | |
| Cause it's one shot, two shots, three shots, four - | |
| We haven't had enough until we've had a little more | |
| It's 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 - | |
| We were swimming in tequila, now we're sleeping on the floor | |
| Lost and loaded, losing track of it tonight | |
| Maybe I got married, maybe | |
| I got in a fight | |
| But I saw the devil in a flashing neon light | |
| He said, "You'll be fine as long as you stick with me tonight," | |
| So, don't let this night ever end | |
| Don't let this bottle run dry | |
| Don't let this room spin around my head ' | |
| Cause it's one shot, two shots, three shots, four - | |
| We haven't had enough until we've had a little more | |
| It's 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 - | |
| I think I'm watching television, | |
| I'm not really sure | |
| It's one shot, two shots, three shots, four - | |
| My stingin' ears are ringing, throat is burning, legs are sore | |
| It's 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 - | |
| We were swimming in tequila, now we're sleeping on the floor | |
| In the winter of my discontent, the darkest hour of my despair, | |
| Through highly impaired double-vision, | |
| I thought, but wasn't sure, | |
| That I saw you seated alone across a crowded room. | |
| And as I approached what | |
| I thought had to be the most beautiful girl in the world, | |
| Looking lonely and in need of quality conversation, | |
| I realized | |
| It was not you, but actually a large cardboard cut-out of | |
| Joe Camel holding a surfboard. | |
| And I was ashamed. | |
| Don't let this night ever end | |
| Don't let this bottle run dry | |
| Don't let this room spin around my head ' | |
| Cause it's one shot, two shots, three shots, four - | |
| We haven't had enough until we've had a little more | |
| It's 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 - | |
| I think I'm watching television, | |
| I'm not really sure | |
| It's one shot, two shots, three shots, four - | |
| My stingin' ears are ringing, throat is burning, legs are sore | |
| It's 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 - | |
| We were swimming in tequila, now we're sleeping on the floor |
| Rocks and salt, a small umbrella and | |
| I' m fine, | |
| But straight from the bottle might save me a little time | |
| I don' t need no chaser, baby, | |
| I don' t need no lime | |
| Are you there | |
| Jos? Is there no reason to your rhyme? | |
| Don' t let this night ever end | |
| Don' t let this bottle run dry | |
| Don' t let this room spin around my head ' | |
| Cause it' s one shot, two shots, three shots, four | |
| We haven' t had enough until we' ve had a little more | |
| It' s 1 o' clock, 2 o' clock, 3 o' clock, 4 | |
| We were swimming in tequila, now we' re sleeping on the floor | |
| Lost and loaded, losing track of it tonight | |
| Maybe I got married, maybe | |
| I got in a fight | |
| But I saw the devil in a flashing neon light | |
| He said, " You' ll be fine as long as you stick with me tonight," | |
| So, don' t let this night ever end | |
| Don' t let this bottle run dry | |
| Don' t let this room spin around my head ' | |
| Cause it' s one shot, two shots, three shots, four | |
| We haven' t had enough until we' ve had a little more | |
| It' s 1 o' clock, 2 o' clock, 3 o' clock, 4 | |
| I think I' m watching television, | |
| I' m not really sure | |
| It' s one shot, two shots, three shots, four | |
| My stingin' ears are ringing, throat is burning, legs are sore | |
| It' s 1 o' clock, 2 o' clock, 3 o' clock, 4 | |
| We were swimming in tequila, now we' re sleeping on the floor | |
| In the winter of my discontent, the darkest hour of my despair, | |
| Through highly impaired doublevision, | |
| I thought, but wasn' t sure, | |
| That I saw you seated alone across a crowded room. | |
| And as I approached what | |
| I thought had to be the most beautiful girl in the world, | |
| Looking lonely and in need of quality conversation, | |
| I realized | |
| It was not you, but actually a large cardboard cutout of | |
| Joe Camel holding a surfboard. | |
| And I was ashamed. | |
| Don' t let this night ever end | |
| Don' t let this bottle run dry | |
| Don' t let this room spin around my head ' | |
| Cause it' s one shot, two shots, three shots, four | |
| We haven' t had enough until we' ve had a little more | |
| It' s 1 o' clock, 2 o' clock, 3 o' clock, 4 | |
| I think I' m watching television, | |
| I' m not really sure | |
| It' s one shot, two shots, three shots, four | |
| My stingin' ears are ringing, throat is burning, legs are sore | |
| It' s 1 o' clock, 2 o' clock, 3 o' clock, 4 | |
| We were swimming in tequila, now we' re sleeping on the floor |
| Rocks and salt, a small umbrella and | |
| I' m fine, | |
| But straight from the bottle might save me a little time | |
| I don' t need no chaser, baby, | |
| I don' t need no lime | |
| Are you there | |
| Jos? Is there no reason to your rhyme? | |
| Don' t let this night ever end | |
| Don' t let this bottle run dry | |
| Don' t let this room spin around my head ' | |
| Cause it' s one shot, two shots, three shots, four | |
| We haven' t had enough until we' ve had a little more | |
| It' s 1 o' clock, 2 o' clock, 3 o' clock, 4 | |
| We were swimming in tequila, now we' re sleeping on the floor | |
| Lost and loaded, losing track of it tonight | |
| Maybe I got married, maybe | |
| I got in a fight | |
| But I saw the devil in a flashing neon light | |
| He said, " You' ll be fine as long as you stick with me tonight," | |
| So, don' t let this night ever end | |
| Don' t let this bottle run dry | |
| Don' t let this room spin around my head ' | |
| Cause it' s one shot, two shots, three shots, four | |
| We haven' t had enough until we' ve had a little more | |
| It' s 1 o' clock, 2 o' clock, 3 o' clock, 4 | |
| I think I' m watching television, | |
| I' m not really sure | |
| It' s one shot, two shots, three shots, four | |
| My stingin' ears are ringing, throat is burning, legs are sore | |
| It' s 1 o' clock, 2 o' clock, 3 o' clock, 4 | |
| We were swimming in tequila, now we' re sleeping on the floor | |
| In the winter of my discontent, the darkest hour of my despair, | |
| Through highly impaired doublevision, | |
| I thought, but wasn' t sure, | |
| That I saw you seated alone across a crowded room. | |
| And as I approached what | |
| I thought had to be the most beautiful girl in the world, | |
| Looking lonely and in need of quality conversation, | |
| I realized | |
| It was not you, but actually a large cardboard cutout of | |
| Joe Camel holding a surfboard. | |
| And I was ashamed. | |
| Don' t let this night ever end | |
| Don' t let this bottle run dry | |
| Don' t let this room spin around my head ' | |
| Cause it' s one shot, two shots, three shots, four | |
| We haven' t had enough until we' ve had a little more | |
| It' s 1 o' clock, 2 o' clock, 3 o' clock, 4 | |
| I think I' m watching television, | |
| I' m not really sure | |
| It' s one shot, two shots, three shots, four | |
| My stingin' ears are ringing, throat is burning, legs are sore | |
| It' s 1 o' clock, 2 o' clock, 3 o' clock, 4 | |
| We were swimming in tequila, now we' re sleeping on the floor |
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