歌曲 | Lick It Up |
歌手 | Deep Purple |
专辑 | The Battle Rages On... |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Blackmore/Gillan/Glover Music:Blackmore/Gillan/Glover | |
My shoes are heavy | |
My feet are winding down | |
I look for her in comers | |
But she's not around | |
What I eat is eating me | |
It hits me hard | |
I'm one jack short of a royal flush | |
A stranger holds the card | |
Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar | |
And I'm gonna ride it like a shooting star | |
I don't want your money | |
I don't want your soul | |
I don't need a reason | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
Mother Mercy told me | |
A picture never lies | |
She told me no self respecting hero | |
Ever cries | |
The prisoner walks in circles | |
The victim walks alone | |
Scissors cut the paper | |
The paper wraps the stone | |
Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise | |
The lights go down the heat goes up that's when I cry | |
I don't want your money | |
I don't want your soul | |
I don't a reason | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
I put my faith in fortune reaching for the sky | |
The only game in town that gets me high | |
I don't want your money | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
I don't want your soul | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
I don't need a reason | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up |
Lyrics: Blackmore Gillan Glover Music: Blackmore Gillan Glover | |
My shoes are heavy | |
My feet are winding down | |
I look for her in comers | |
But she' s not around | |
What I eat is eating me | |
It hits me hard | |
I' m one jack short of a royal flush | |
A stranger holds the card | |
Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar | |
And I' m gonna ride it like a shooting star | |
I don' t want your money | |
I don' t want your soul | |
I don' t need a reason | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
Mother Mercy told me | |
A picture never lies | |
She told me no self respecting hero | |
Ever cries | |
The prisoner walks in circles | |
The victim walks alone | |
Scissors cut the paper | |
The paper wraps the stone | |
Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise | |
The lights go down the heat goes up that' s when I cry | |
I don' t want your money | |
I don' t want your soul | |
I don' t a reason | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
I put my faith in fortune reaching for the sky | |
The only game in town that gets me high | |
I don' t want your money | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
I don' t want your soul | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
I don' t need a reason | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up |
Lyrics: Blackmore Gillan Glover Music: Blackmore Gillan Glover | |
My shoes are heavy | |
My feet are winding down | |
I look for her in comers | |
But she' s not around | |
What I eat is eating me | |
It hits me hard | |
I' m one jack short of a royal flush | |
A stranger holds the card | |
Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar | |
And I' m gonna ride it like a shooting star | |
I don' t want your money | |
I don' t want your soul | |
I don' t need a reason | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
Mother Mercy told me | |
A picture never lies | |
She told me no self respecting hero | |
Ever cries | |
The prisoner walks in circles | |
The victim walks alone | |
Scissors cut the paper | |
The paper wraps the stone | |
Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise | |
The lights go down the heat goes up that' s when I cry | |
I don' t want your money | |
I don' t want your soul | |
I don' t a reason | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
I put my faith in fortune reaching for the sky | |
The only game in town that gets me high | |
I don' t want your money | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
I don' t want your soul | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up | |
I don' t need a reason | |
I just want to get right down and lick it up |