歌曲 | African Friend |
歌手 | Clem Snide |
专辑 | Your Favorite Music |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Barzelay | |
Your beautiful African friend | |
Next to him I look so white | |
So white that you turned away | |
And wanted me out of your sight | |
To be exotic and I did pretend | |
In the backyard to slowly undress | |
As you pulled the twigs from my hair | |
That I put there myself I confess | |
So come lay on the couch with me | |
Cause nature's too wild and free | |
Come lay on the couch | |
We don't have to work on our tan | |
A beautiful African man | |
Next to him I look so white | |
As white as the page in a book | |
That I read but still don't understand | |
So I joked of a forbidden fruit | |
As we argued into the night | |
In a city of tanning salons | |
And TV screens all shining bright | |
So come lay on the couch with me | |
Cause nature's too wild and free | |
Come lay on the couch | |
We don't have to work on our tan |
zuo qu : Barzelay | |
Your beautiful African friend | |
Next to him I look so white | |
So white that you turned away | |
And wanted me out of your sight | |
To be exotic and I did pretend | |
In the backyard to slowly undress | |
As you pulled the twigs from my hair | |
That I put there myself I confess | |
So come lay on the couch with me | |
Cause nature' s too wild and free | |
Come lay on the couch | |
We don' t have to work on our tan | |
A beautiful African man | |
Next to him I look so white | |
As white as the page in a book | |
That I read but still don' t understand | |
So I joked of a forbidden fruit | |
As we argued into the night | |
In a city of tanning salons | |
And TV screens all shining bright | |
So come lay on the couch with me | |
Cause nature' s too wild and free | |
Come lay on the couch | |
We don' t have to work on our tan |
zuò qǔ : Barzelay | |
Your beautiful African friend | |
Next to him I look so white | |
So white that you turned away | |
And wanted me out of your sight | |
To be exotic and I did pretend | |
In the backyard to slowly undress | |
As you pulled the twigs from my hair | |
That I put there myself I confess | |
So come lay on the couch with me | |
Cause nature' s too wild and free | |
Come lay on the couch | |
We don' t have to work on our tan | |
A beautiful African man | |
Next to him I look so white | |
As white as the page in a book | |
That I read but still don' t understand | |
So I joked of a forbidden fruit | |
As we argued into the night | |
In a city of tanning salons | |
And TV screens all shining bright | |
So come lay on the couch with me | |
Cause nature' s too wild and free | |
Come lay on the couch | |
We don' t have to work on our tan |