歌曲 | Pas Encore |
歌手 | Pomplamoose |
专辑 | Pomplamoose VideoSongs |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jack Conte ... | |
Oh you make this song flow | |
You make it run like my fingers down your spine. | |
You make it drool like the decadent wine | |
Qui coule de tes levres. | |
Oh we met not long ago | |
But our steps intertwined | |
And our souls spoke their minds | |
As the intimate poems unwind | |
Et coulent de tes levres. | |
So let's not let a stereotype | |
Define our love | |
Oh don't let me wipe these tears from my eyes | |
Don't let me despise you yet. | |
Pas encore pas encore | |
S'il te plaît, pas encore. | |
Oh you make this song flow | |
Like the tea you designed | |
Trickling slowly down my throat | |
Like the billows of smoke qui coulent de tes levres. |
zuo qu : Jack Conte ... | |
Oh you make this song flow | |
You make it run like my fingers down your spine. | |
You make it drool like the decadent wine | |
Qui coule de tes levres. | |
Oh we met not long ago | |
But our steps intertwined | |
And our souls spoke their minds | |
As the intimate poems unwind | |
Et coulent de tes levres. | |
So let' s not let a stereotype | |
Define our love | |
Oh don' t let me wipe these tears from my eyes | |
Don' t let me despise you yet. | |
Pas encore pas encore | |
S' il te pla t, pas encore. | |
Oh you make this song flow | |
Like the tea you designed | |
Trickling slowly down my throat | |
Like the billows of smoke qui coulent de tes levres. |
zuò qǔ : Jack Conte ... | |
Oh you make this song flow | |
You make it run like my fingers down your spine. | |
You make it drool like the decadent wine | |
Qui coule de tes levres. | |
Oh we met not long ago | |
But our steps intertwined | |
And our souls spoke their minds | |
As the intimate poems unwind | |
Et coulent de tes levres. | |
So let' s not let a stereotype | |
Define our love | |
Oh don' t let me wipe these tears from my eyes | |
Don' t let me despise you yet. | |
Pas encore pas encore | |
S' il te pla t, pas encore. | |
Oh you make this song flow | |
Like the tea you designed | |
Trickling slowly down my throat | |
Like the billows of smoke qui coulent de tes levres. |