作词 : Gardener, Rieley | |
You think you know me inside out | |
Think you know what I'm all about | |
Here comes a slightly rude surprise | |
While you were tryin' to control | |
'N' trying to grab my soul | |
I blinked and saw right through ya | |
I'm spellin' out all of my rules | |
Keepin' charge of all my tools | |
I'm decidin' who gets inside | |
When someone cares it's nice to know | |
'Til that care turns to runnin' the show | |
And then I'll turn on ya | |
There is a secret place it's deep inside my pocket | |
Never try tellin' me who fits inside my pocket | |
I know what I have to find | |
And I gotta whole lot of time | |
Before I really reach my prize | |
Gotta desire to mess around | |
It'd be cool just to fool around | |
Maybe we'll mess togetha | |
There is a secret place it's deep inside my pocket | |
Never try tellin' me who fits inside my pocket |
zuo ci : Gardener, Rieley | |
You think you know me inside out | |
Think you know what I' m all about | |
Here comes a slightly rude surprise | |
While you were tryin' to control | |
' N' trying to grab my soul | |
I blinked and saw right through ya | |
I' m spellin' out all of my rules | |
Keepin' charge of all my tools | |
I' m decidin' who gets inside | |
When someone cares it' s nice to know | |
' Til that care turns to runnin' the show | |
And then I' ll turn on ya | |
There is a secret place it' s deep inside my pocket | |
Never try tellin' me who fits inside my pocket | |
I know what I have to find | |
And I gotta whole lot of time | |
Before I really reach my prize | |
Gotta desire to mess around | |
It' d be cool just to fool around | |
Maybe we' ll mess togetha | |
There is a secret place it' s deep inside my pocket | |
Never try tellin' me who fits inside my pocket |
zuò cí : Gardener, Rieley | |
You think you know me inside out | |
Think you know what I' m all about | |
Here comes a slightly rude surprise | |
While you were tryin' to control | |
' N' trying to grab my soul | |
I blinked and saw right through ya | |
I' m spellin' out all of my rules | |
Keepin' charge of all my tools | |
I' m decidin' who gets inside | |
When someone cares it' s nice to know | |
' Til that care turns to runnin' the show | |
And then I' ll turn on ya | |
There is a secret place it' s deep inside my pocket | |
Never try tellin' me who fits inside my pocket | |
I know what I have to find | |
And I gotta whole lot of time | |
Before I really reach my prize | |
Gotta desire to mess around | |
It' d be cool just to fool around | |
Maybe we' ll mess togetha | |
There is a secret place it' s deep inside my pocket | |
Never try tellin' me who fits inside my pocket |