歌曲 | Who Wants It |
歌手 | Deep Blue Something |
专辑 | Deep Blue Something |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pipes, Pipes | |
Who wants it? who wants it? who wants it? ask for it by name who wants it? who wants it? | |
I'll be your one that got away when is the good ever good enough, when you're given to giving up? but you're not one to stop let's face it you've tried and it's too hard. now you're sprawled on the kitchen floor with your best aiming at the door. what the bleach won't erase is the pain what you're left with is nothing compared to the let-down stains of the brush-off. who wants it? you shake your fists out into the sky with your lips dripping cyanide and you're blaming yourself (and you should) 'cause you fall for their come-ons. you pay the price for your 'liberties' in little ways that you never see when you're faced with nothing but lies and deceit the despair of not knowing is worse that the blood left on your hands. who wants it? |
zuo qu : Pipes, Pipes | |
Who wants it? who wants it? who wants it? ask for it by name who wants it? who wants it? | |
I' ll be your one that got away when is the good ever good enough, when you' re given to giving up? but you' re not one to stop let' s face it you' ve tried and it' s too hard. now you' re sprawled on the kitchen floor with your best aiming at the door. what the bleach won' t erase is the pain what you' re left with is nothing compared to the letdown stains of the brushoff. who wants it? you shake your fists out into the sky with your lips dripping cyanide and you' re blaming yourself and you should ' cause you fall for their comeons. you pay the price for your ' liberties' in little ways that you never see when you' re faced with nothing but lies and deceit the despair of not knowing is worse that the blood left on your hands. who wants it? |
zuò qǔ : Pipes, Pipes | |
Who wants it? who wants it? who wants it? ask for it by name who wants it? who wants it? | |
I' ll be your one that got away when is the good ever good enough, when you' re given to giving up? but you' re not one to stop let' s face it you' ve tried and it' s too hard. now you' re sprawled on the kitchen floor with your best aiming at the door. what the bleach won' t erase is the pain what you' re left with is nothing compared to the letdown stains of the brushoff. who wants it? you shake your fists out into the sky with your lips dripping cyanide and you' re blaming yourself and you should ' cause you fall for their comeons. you pay the price for your ' liberties' in little ways that you never see when you' re faced with nothing but lies and deceit the despair of not knowing is worse that the blood left on your hands. who wants it? |