歌曲 | This Must Be Wrong |
歌手 | Janis Ian |
专辑 | Aftertones |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ian | |
I gave a party | |
I said you could come | |
You showed up at your door | |
With all your leathers on | |
I said This must be wrong | |
It can't be right | |
How can you make love to me | |
Dressed up for a fight? | |
Pick me up off the floor | |
No more | |
'Cause you surely can't be mine | |
Religion came | |
almost overnight | |
You were the high priest | |
I was the sacrifice | |
I said this must be wrong | |
This can't be right | |
Take off your stupid robe | |
And put down your knife | |
These ropes are getting tight | |
All right | |
You surely can't be mine | |
I come home half dead | |
Late on a Saturday night | |
You stand on the bed and you | |
tell me you're learning to fly | |
I said Take off your boots | |
Take off your cape | |
Throw away your long johns | |
I ain't no Lois Lane | |
Before I get my kryptonite | |
All right | |
'Cause you surely can't be mine | |
I was ready for love | |
Big brass bed and all | |
I was ready for love | |
You said Let's talk about the war | |
I said What war? | |
What war? | |
Take off your clothes | |
And don't you worry me no more | |
I ain't no fly by night | |
All right | |
You surely can't be mine |
zuo ci : Ian | |
I gave a party | |
I said you could come | |
You showed up at your door | |
With all your leathers on | |
I said This must be wrong | |
It can' t be right | |
How can you make love to me | |
Dressed up for a fight? | |
Pick me up off the floor | |
No more | |
' Cause you surely can' t be mine | |
Religion came | |
almost overnight | |
You were the high priest | |
I was the sacrifice | |
I said this must be wrong | |
This can' t be right | |
Take off your stupid robe | |
And put down your knife | |
These ropes are getting tight | |
All right | |
You surely can' t be mine | |
I come home half dead | |
Late on a Saturday night | |
You stand on the bed and you | |
tell me you' re learning to fly | |
I said Take off your boots | |
Take off your cape | |
Throw away your long johns | |
I ain' t no Lois Lane | |
Before I get my kryptonite | |
All right | |
' Cause you surely can' t be mine | |
I was ready for love | |
Big brass bed and all | |
I was ready for love | |
You said Let' s talk about the war | |
I said What war? | |
What war? | |
Take off your clothes | |
And don' t you worry me no more | |
I ain' t no fly by night | |
All right | |
You surely can' t be mine |
zuò cí : Ian | |
I gave a party | |
I said you could come | |
You showed up at your door | |
With all your leathers on | |
I said This must be wrong | |
It can' t be right | |
How can you make love to me | |
Dressed up for a fight? | |
Pick me up off the floor | |
No more | |
' Cause you surely can' t be mine | |
Religion came | |
almost overnight | |
You were the high priest | |
I was the sacrifice | |
I said this must be wrong | |
This can' t be right | |
Take off your stupid robe | |
And put down your knife | |
These ropes are getting tight | |
All right | |
You surely can' t be mine | |
I come home half dead | |
Late on a Saturday night | |
You stand on the bed and you | |
tell me you' re learning to fly | |
I said Take off your boots | |
Take off your cape | |
Throw away your long johns | |
I ain' t no Lois Lane | |
Before I get my kryptonite | |
All right | |
' Cause you surely can' t be mine | |
I was ready for love | |
Big brass bed and all | |
I was ready for love | |
You said Let' s talk about the war | |
I said What war? | |
What war? | |
Take off your clothes | |
And don' t you worry me no more | |
I ain' t no fly by night | |
All right | |
You surely can' t be mine |