City Liners 歌词

	作曲 : Marchello
	Every Friday night at ten, I would call for my best friend.
	And sneak a couple of his daddy's Ballantine.
	do them in a flash, getting off behind the trash.
	Then we'd run to catch the Double A to City Line.
	The boys would meet, on a dead end street.
	Brag about their women, to pass away the time.
	and shoot, the breeze, on their knees.
	Oh how I miss that City line

	zuo qu : Marchello
	Every Friday night at ten, I would call for my best friend.
	And sneak a couple of his daddy' s Ballantine.
	do them in a flash, getting off behind the trash.
	Then we' d run to catch the Double A to City Line.
	The boys would meet, on a dead end street.
	Brag about their women, to pass away the time.
	and shoot, the breeze, on their knees.
	Oh how I miss that City line

	zuò qǔ : Marchello
	Every Friday night at ten, I would call for my best friend.
	And sneak a couple of his daddy' s Ballantine.
	do them in a flash, getting off behind the trash.
	Then we' d run to catch the Double A to City Line.
	The boys would meet, on a dead end street.
	Brag about their women, to pass away the time.
	and shoot, the breeze, on their knees.
	Oh how I miss that City line

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