歌曲 | Intense |
歌手 | Alisha's Attic |
专辑 | Alisha Rules The World |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
(Poole/Martin/Poole) | |
Intense… Put your socks on and pull them up | |
We got a long ride and a velvet chair to sit on | |
E-mail junkies press your buttons now | |
The rocket fuel will last us ‘til we push the boat out | |
And everybody wants to know | |
Is what we’re given what we get? | |
I guess the answer is we don’t know yet (Chorus) | |
Intense (I know you’re feelin’ it, but what’s it coming to When we wanna get a rocket ship outta here?) | |
Intense (I know you’re feelin’ it, but what’s it coming to When we wanna get a rocket ship outta here?) | |
I just got to tell you – | |
Yell it to ya girls and boys | |
We’re getting hotter, you feel it too? | |
Gotcha! Put your smile on and keep it sweet | |
You got your ammunition on your back but you can’t use it | |
Are you a good soul or a bad egg? | |
And is our future wounded by philosophies our daddy had? | |
And everybody wants to see what the mirror cannot see | |
Or is it something that we just can’t see yet? (Repeat Chorus) | |
I just got to tell you – | |
Yell it to ya girls and boys | |
We’re getting hotter | |
Gotcha! The days go by and by, like your blood is running through you | |
Sometimes we sit and watch the world cry | |
Sunny starts the day, rainy it ends | |
But still they pass us by, like stress has got its hold on you | |
You never sit back, realise you’re so | |
INTENSE (Repeat Chorus to fade) |
Poole Martin Poole | |
Intense Put your socks on and pull them up | |
We got a long ride and a velvet chair to sit on | |
Email junkies press your buttons now | |
The rocket fuel will last us ' til we push the boat out | |
And everybody wants to know | |
Is what we' re given what we get? | |
I guess the answer is we don' t know yet Chorus | |
Intense I know you' re feelin' it, but what' s it coming to When we wanna get a rocket ship outta here? | |
Intense I know you' re feelin' it, but what' s it coming to When we wanna get a rocket ship outta here? | |
I just got to tell you | |
Yell it to ya girls and boys | |
We' re getting hotter, you feel it too? | |
Gotcha! Put your smile on and keep it sweet | |
You got your ammunition on your back but you can' t use it | |
Are you a good soul or a bad egg? | |
And is our future wounded by philosophies our daddy had? | |
And everybody wants to see what the mirror cannot see | |
Or is it something that we just can' t see yet? Repeat Chorus | |
I just got to tell you | |
Yell it to ya girls and boys | |
We' re getting hotter | |
Gotcha! The days go by and by, like your blood is running through you | |
Sometimes we sit and watch the world cry | |
Sunny starts the day, rainy it ends | |
But still they pass us by, like stress has got its hold on you | |
You never sit back, realise you' re so | |
INTENSE Repeat Chorus to fade |
Poole Martin Poole | |
Intense Put your socks on and pull them up | |
We got a long ride and a velvet chair to sit on | |
Email junkies press your buttons now | |
The rocket fuel will last us ' til we push the boat out | |
And everybody wants to know | |
Is what we' re given what we get? | |
I guess the answer is we don' t know yet Chorus | |
Intense I know you' re feelin' it, but what' s it coming to When we wanna get a rocket ship outta here? | |
Intense I know you' re feelin' it, but what' s it coming to When we wanna get a rocket ship outta here? | |
I just got to tell you | |
Yell it to ya girls and boys | |
We' re getting hotter, you feel it too? | |
Gotcha! Put your smile on and keep it sweet | |
You got your ammunition on your back but you can' t use it | |
Are you a good soul or a bad egg? | |
And is our future wounded by philosophies our daddy had? | |
And everybody wants to see what the mirror cannot see | |
Or is it something that we just can' t see yet? Repeat Chorus | |
I just got to tell you | |
Yell it to ya girls and boys | |
We' re getting hotter | |
Gotcha! The days go by and by, like your blood is running through you | |
Sometimes we sit and watch the world cry | |
Sunny starts the day, rainy it ends | |
But still they pass us by, like stress has got its hold on you | |
You never sit back, realise you' re so | |
INTENSE Repeat Chorus to fade |