歌曲 | A Little Evil |
歌手 | Phantom Blue |
专辑 | Built to Perform |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Couch, MacDonald, Meldrum ... | |
Mad mad man in a bottle | |
Sad sad man sad man oh man what the hell's wrong | |
So many different sights a little south of the border | |
Solo flight through a guiltless mind | |
A little dirt on the doormat of life | |
Falling down the stairs reaching out for a hand | |
Got no fingers on it and a watch that tells no time | |
[Chorus] | |
I like a little evil | |
Sometimes it makes me feel | |
I like a little evil | |
Oh yeah | |
It's not a fool's gold that holds the taste of fine wine | |
It smells sweeter to me born right out of the blue | |
Took the seed from the garden of truth | |
Looking through a crystal eye in the sky | |
See them runnin round in circles like they've lost their minds |
zuo qu : Couch, MacDonald, Meldrum ... | |
Mad mad man in a bottle | |
Sad sad man sad man oh man what the hell' s wrong | |
So many different sights a little south of the border | |
Solo flight through a guiltless mind | |
A little dirt on the doormat of life | |
Falling down the stairs reaching out for a hand | |
Got no fingers on it and a watch that tells no time | |
Chorus | |
I like a little evil | |
Sometimes it makes me feel | |
I like a little evil | |
Oh yeah | |
It' s not a fool' s gold that holds the taste of fine wine | |
It smells sweeter to me born right out of the blue | |
Took the seed from the garden of truth | |
Looking through a crystal eye in the sky | |
See them runnin round in circles like they' ve lost their minds |
zuò qǔ : Couch, MacDonald, Meldrum ... | |
Mad mad man in a bottle | |
Sad sad man sad man oh man what the hell' s wrong | |
So many different sights a little south of the border | |
Solo flight through a guiltless mind | |
A little dirt on the doormat of life | |
Falling down the stairs reaching out for a hand | |
Got no fingers on it and a watch that tells no time | |
Chorus | |
I like a little evil | |
Sometimes it makes me feel | |
I like a little evil | |
Oh yeah | |
It' s not a fool' s gold that holds the taste of fine wine | |
It smells sweeter to me born right out of the blue | |
Took the seed from the garden of truth | |
Looking through a crystal eye in the sky | |
See them runnin round in circles like they' ve lost their minds |