| 作曲 : David Sheats/Antwan André Patton/Patrick Brown/André Benjamin/Ruben Bailey | |
| What does love look like? | |
| Love looks like you | |
| What does love love feel like? | |
| Love feels like this | |
| What does love smell like? | |
| Love smells like us | |
| You make me understand | |
| What it means to be in | |
| L O V E once again | |
| Why must we fly so low? | |
| Are we 'fraid of heights, do kites get lost in the tow? | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| Let me show your mind a new freaky side of love | |
| Open up you flower please let me taste your love | |
| Honeysuckle sweet, can't stop | |
| Till I get ever drip drop on my tongue | |
| Hitting every spot of you, what you gonna do? | |
| Your body is the rhythm of the boom in the room | |
| Up and down it seems to go | |
| Oh my God | |
| I think I'm 'bout to explode | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| My [Incomprehensible] fingertips scan flesh so supple | |
| No longer a couple like two in one skin | |
| Where do you end and where do | |
| I begin?Both brains become one mind sensually | |
| Every nerve becoming it's own individual entity | |
| With its own lusts, it's own needs to serve | |
| Longing for the love of all the other nerves | |
| As they writhe and twist in satisfaction | |
| In the burning chill of please we bathe | |
| Engulfing, encompassing like a cataclysmic shock wave | |
| Of an impact so deep but not one of destruction | |
| But of creation, elation in the remaking | |
| No faking in the relation, no taking in the relation | |
| Just giving of persona, making love after making love | |
| Till ain't nothing but stankonia | |
| Stank love | |
| Stank love | |
| Stank love... |
| zuo qu : David Sheats Antwan Andre Patton Patrick Brown Andre Benjamin Ruben Bailey | |
| What does love look like? | |
| Love looks like you | |
| What does love love feel like? | |
| Love feels like this | |
| What does love smell like? | |
| Love smells like us | |
| You make me understand | |
| What it means to be in | |
| L O V E once again | |
| Why must we fly so low? | |
| Are we ' fraid of heights, do kites get lost in the tow? | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| Let me show your mind a new freaky side of love | |
| Open up you flower please let me taste your love | |
| Honeysuckle sweet, can' t stop | |
| Till I get ever drip drop on my tongue | |
| Hitting every spot of you, what you gonna do? | |
| Your body is the rhythm of the boom in the room | |
| Up and down it seems to go | |
| Oh my God | |
| I think I' m ' bout to explode | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| My Incomprehensible fingertips scan flesh so supple | |
| No longer a couple like two in one skin | |
| Where do you end and where do | |
| I begin? Both brains become one mind sensually | |
| Every nerve becoming it' s own individual entity | |
| With its own lusts, it' s own needs to serve | |
| Longing for the love of all the other nerves | |
| As they writhe and twist in satisfaction | |
| In the burning chill of please we bathe | |
| Engulfing, encompassing like a cataclysmic shock wave | |
| Of an impact so deep but not one of destruction | |
| But of creation, elation in the remaking | |
| No faking in the relation, no taking in the relation | |
| Just giving of persona, making love after making love | |
| Till ain' t nothing but stankonia | |
| Stank love | |
| Stank love | |
| Stank love... |
| zuò qǔ : David Sheats Antwan André Patton Patrick Brown André Benjamin Ruben Bailey | |
| What does love look like? | |
| Love looks like you | |
| What does love love feel like? | |
| Love feels like this | |
| What does love smell like? | |
| Love smells like us | |
| You make me understand | |
| What it means to be in | |
| L O V E once again | |
| Why must we fly so low? | |
| Are we ' fraid of heights, do kites get lost in the tow? | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| Let me show your mind a new freaky side of love | |
| Open up you flower please let me taste your love | |
| Honeysuckle sweet, can' t stop | |
| Till I get ever drip drop on my tongue | |
| Hitting every spot of you, what you gonna do? | |
| Your body is the rhythm of the boom in the room | |
| Up and down it seems to go | |
| Oh my God | |
| I think I' m ' bout to explode | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| Stank love, stank love | |
| My Incomprehensible fingertips scan flesh so supple | |
| No longer a couple like two in one skin | |
| Where do you end and where do | |
| I begin? Both brains become one mind sensually | |
| Every nerve becoming it' s own individual entity | |
| With its own lusts, it' s own needs to serve | |
| Longing for the love of all the other nerves | |
| As they writhe and twist in satisfaction | |
| In the burning chill of please we bathe | |
| Engulfing, encompassing like a cataclysmic shock wave | |
| Of an impact so deep but not one of destruction | |
| But of creation, elation in the remaking | |
| No faking in the relation, no taking in the relation | |
| Just giving of persona, making love after making love | |
| Till ain' t nothing but stankonia | |
| Stank love | |
| Stank love | |
| Stank love... |
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