歌曲 | That Sounds Like A Pony |
歌手 | Adam Green |
专辑 | Sixes & Sevens |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Green | |
That sounds like a pony | |
Sevens upstairs brothels | |
with plackers on the mantels | |
And ten fish play with samples | |
with candles in the back | |
he was a well dresses suitor | |
he had bad breath and candor | |
I thing they would have liked him | |
but he got killed by his manager | |
Fuzzy and cuddly he's fonzo the rabbit | |
he drink form the nozzle and stinks like a ferret | |
The bought him a temple with children to play with | |
now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff | |
Hello to my red uncles you are my favorite commies | |
I'll meet you Sal Anthony's and then go to Pilates | |
worship the swordsmen the multitasking Mormons | |
They breath up in the shithouse when you wrap them in contortions | |
goddess immodest top twenty-seven hottest | |
with forty-nine heads in your bed and yet I'm still your fondest | |
Take me through the mandible with pcp's and van der Bilts | |
where pg rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals | |
And peanut butter sandwiches will plug the hole that banishes | |
with sights on race that vanishes | |
But that sounds like a pony. |
zuo qu : Green | |
That sounds like a pony | |
Sevens upstairs brothels | |
with plackers on the mantels | |
And ten fish play with samples | |
with candles in the back | |
he was a well dresses suitor | |
he had bad breath and candor | |
I thing they would have liked him | |
but he got killed by his manager | |
Fuzzy and cuddly he' s fonzo the rabbit | |
he drink form the nozzle and stinks like a ferret | |
The bought him a temple with children to play with | |
now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff | |
Hello to my red uncles you are my favorite commies | |
I' ll meet you Sal Anthony' s and then go to Pilates | |
worship the swordsmen the multitasking Mormons | |
They breath up in the shithouse when you wrap them in contortions | |
goddess immodest top twentyseven hottest | |
with fortynine heads in your bed and yet I' m still your fondest | |
Take me through the mandible with pcp' s and van der Bilts | |
where pg rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals | |
And peanut butter sandwiches will plug the hole that banishes | |
with sights on race that vanishes | |
But that sounds like a pony. |
zuò qǔ : Green | |
That sounds like a pony | |
Sevens upstairs brothels | |
with plackers on the mantels | |
And ten fish play with samples | |
with candles in the back | |
he was a well dresses suitor | |
he had bad breath and candor | |
I thing they would have liked him | |
but he got killed by his manager | |
Fuzzy and cuddly he' s fonzo the rabbit | |
he drink form the nozzle and stinks like a ferret | |
The bought him a temple with children to play with | |
now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff | |
Hello to my red uncles you are my favorite commies | |
I' ll meet you Sal Anthony' s and then go to Pilates | |
worship the swordsmen the multitasking Mormons | |
They breath up in the shithouse when you wrap them in contortions | |
goddess immodest top twentyseven hottest | |
with fortynine heads in your bed and yet I' m still your fondest | |
Take me through the mandible with pcp' s and van der Bilts | |
where pg rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals | |
And peanut butter sandwiches will plug the hole that banishes | |
with sights on race that vanishes | |
But that sounds like a pony. |