作曲 : Umbrellas | |
I've never seen her before | |
Never been here before | |
Yet she seemed strangely familiar | |
Never set foot in this bar | |
Nor do I recognize that car | |
But you caught my eye. | |
It looks like you've altered your skin | |
To fit over that tiny skeleton | |
Maybe you kidnapped some girl | |
Adopted her posture and jaw line | |
And made them your own | |
Well, they aren't yours to own. | |
You know that good boy ain't me | |
People like us get poured into the daylight | |
Against the white sheets | |
Your black dress looks like an awful sin | |
Here we go again | |
Here we go again. | |
You're transparent | |
No proper introduction, just a sly smile | |
You've been throwing 'em back all night | |
You're such a sloppy drunk | |
There goes another one on my shirt. | |
You said you have my words written on your | |
Mirror in your bedroom at home | |
I'm flattered, I really am | |
I can feel my cheeks flush | |
It always makes the girls | |
It always makes the girls blush. | |
You know that good boy ain't me | |
People like us get poured into the daylight | |
Against the white sheets | |
Your black dress looks like an awful sin | |
Here we go again. | |
I can feel my cheeks flush | |
It always makes the girls blush | |
Here we go again | |
Here we go again. |
zuo qu : Umbrellas | |
I' ve never seen her before | |
Never been here before | |
Yet she seemed strangely familiar | |
Never set foot in this bar | |
Nor do I recognize that car | |
But you caught my eye. | |
It looks like you' ve altered your skin | |
To fit over that tiny skeleton | |
Maybe you kidnapped some girl | |
Adopted her posture and jaw line | |
And made them your own | |
Well, they aren' t yours to own. | |
You know that good boy ain' t me | |
People like us get poured into the daylight | |
Against the white sheets | |
Your black dress looks like an awful sin | |
Here we go again | |
Here we go again. | |
You' re transparent | |
No proper introduction, just a sly smile | |
You' ve been throwing ' em back all night | |
You' re such a sloppy drunk | |
There goes another one on my shirt. | |
You said you have my words written on your | |
Mirror in your bedroom at home | |
I' m flattered, I really am | |
I can feel my cheeks flush | |
It always makes the girls | |
It always makes the girls blush. | |
You know that good boy ain' t me | |
People like us get poured into the daylight | |
Against the white sheets | |
Your black dress looks like an awful sin | |
Here we go again. | |
I can feel my cheeks flush | |
It always makes the girls blush | |
Here we go again | |
Here we go again. |
zuò qǔ : Umbrellas | |
I' ve never seen her before | |
Never been here before | |
Yet she seemed strangely familiar | |
Never set foot in this bar | |
Nor do I recognize that car | |
But you caught my eye. | |
It looks like you' ve altered your skin | |
To fit over that tiny skeleton | |
Maybe you kidnapped some girl | |
Adopted her posture and jaw line | |
And made them your own | |
Well, they aren' t yours to own. | |
You know that good boy ain' t me | |
People like us get poured into the daylight | |
Against the white sheets | |
Your black dress looks like an awful sin | |
Here we go again | |
Here we go again. | |
You' re transparent | |
No proper introduction, just a sly smile | |
You' ve been throwing ' em back all night | |
You' re such a sloppy drunk | |
There goes another one on my shirt. | |
You said you have my words written on your | |
Mirror in your bedroom at home | |
I' m flattered, I really am | |
I can feel my cheeks flush | |
It always makes the girls | |
It always makes the girls blush. | |
You know that good boy ain' t me | |
People like us get poured into the daylight | |
Against the white sheets | |
Your black dress looks like an awful sin | |
Here we go again. | |
I can feel my cheeks flush | |
It always makes the girls blush | |
Here we go again | |
Here we go again. |