歌曲 | Living Dread |
歌手 | Slightly Stoopid |
专辑 | The Longest Barrel Ride |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Slightly Stoopid | |
And if I had a feeling and | |
I liked it a lot | |
I'd spread my lovin' all around' | |
Cause you know we ain't got a place to stay | |
Up you gotta run away until that break of day | |
Say baby, | |
I can't love you if they say you're a whore | |
I don't need your pimp daddy crackin' down my door | |
And if you try to infer which you're losin' the hand' | |
Cause I'm the only one whose tough enough to stand | |
If you listen to my stories in | |
Standing plain and true | |
Can you see with one eye open | |
Even though it's just the two of us to stay? | |
I can't believe that you don't b-load every day | |
Don't try and fake it 'cause you know it's not me | |
Its not me, whoa whoa | |
It's not me, it's not me, it's not me | |
People try to tell you that you're something you're not' | |
Cause everybody want to be the one with the shots | |
In the head, don't you know the living dread | |
But baby one more time, say baby don't you know | |
When it's time to get back | |
And if you listen to me closely then we'll stay on track | |
Around and round and around she goes | |
Until we tied her up down from her head to her toes | |
If you listen to the calling of | |
The generation gap | |
Never put it all together | |
Like were stepping right back behind the page | |
I cant pretend that we don't be load every day | |
Don't try and fake it cause you know its not me | |
It's not me, whoa whoa | |
Its not me, it's not me, it's not me | |
Well, I know this shit ain't right | |
You can count on me puttin' up a fight | |
But I'm seein' you here and | |
I'm seein' you there | |
I see that you don't give a damn about me |
zuo qu : Slightly Stoopid | |
And if I had a feeling and | |
I liked it a lot | |
I' d spread my lovin' all around' | |
Cause you know we ain' t got a place to stay | |
Up you gotta run away until that break of day | |
Say baby, | |
I can' t love you if they say you' re a whore | |
I don' t need your pimp daddy crackin' down my door | |
And if you try to infer which you' re losin' the hand' | |
Cause I' m the only one whose tough enough to stand | |
If you listen to my stories in | |
Standing plain and true | |
Can you see with one eye open | |
Even though it' s just the two of us to stay? | |
I can' t believe that you don' t bload every day | |
Don' t try and fake it ' cause you know it' s not me | |
Its not me, whoa whoa | |
It' s not me, it' s not me, it' s not me | |
People try to tell you that you' re something you' re not' | |
Cause everybody want to be the one with the shots | |
In the head, don' t you know the living dread | |
But baby one more time, say baby don' t you know | |
When it' s time to get back | |
And if you listen to me closely then we' ll stay on track | |
Around and round and around she goes | |
Until we tied her up down from her head to her toes | |
If you listen to the calling of | |
The generation gap | |
Never put it all together | |
Like were stepping right back behind the page | |
I cant pretend that we don' t be load every day | |
Don' t try and fake it cause you know its not me | |
It' s not me, whoa whoa | |
Its not me, it' s not me, it' s not me | |
Well, I know this shit ain' t right | |
You can count on me puttin' up a fight | |
But I' m seein' you here and | |
I' m seein' you there | |
I see that you don' t give a damn about me |
zuò qǔ : Slightly Stoopid | |
And if I had a feeling and | |
I liked it a lot | |
I' d spread my lovin' all around' | |
Cause you know we ain' t got a place to stay | |
Up you gotta run away until that break of day | |
Say baby, | |
I can' t love you if they say you' re a whore | |
I don' t need your pimp daddy crackin' down my door | |
And if you try to infer which you' re losin' the hand' | |
Cause I' m the only one whose tough enough to stand | |
If you listen to my stories in | |
Standing plain and true | |
Can you see with one eye open | |
Even though it' s just the two of us to stay? | |
I can' t believe that you don' t bload every day | |
Don' t try and fake it ' cause you know it' s not me | |
Its not me, whoa whoa | |
It' s not me, it' s not me, it' s not me | |
People try to tell you that you' re something you' re not' | |
Cause everybody want to be the one with the shots | |
In the head, don' t you know the living dread | |
But baby one more time, say baby don' t you know | |
When it' s time to get back | |
And if you listen to me closely then we' ll stay on track | |
Around and round and around she goes | |
Until we tied her up down from her head to her toes | |
If you listen to the calling of | |
The generation gap | |
Never put it all together | |
Like were stepping right back behind the page | |
I cant pretend that we don' t be load every day | |
Don' t try and fake it cause you know its not me | |
It' s not me, whoa whoa | |
Its not me, it' s not me, it' s not me | |
Well, I know this shit ain' t right | |
You can count on me puttin' up a fight | |
But I' m seein' you here and | |
I' m seein' you there | |
I see that you don' t give a damn about me |