歌曲 | Fink For The Man |
歌手 | The Datsuns |
专辑 | The Datsuns |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Datsuns | |
Slick it back | |
Gimme some grease | |
You got it | |
I want it | |
So baby so sweet | |
Jett black hair | |
Leather on thigh | |
You make me flip baby | |
Whoa | |
Everytime | |
But you don't give a damn | |
You're just a fink for the man | |
You sure let me know | |
You don't give a damn | |
You're just a fink for the man | |
You make me flip | |
Get up and go | |
The midnight riders hanging round your neck | |
I wish it was me | |
Oh, we could be just the best | |
I seen your letters | |
They're written with spit | |
Your taking care of business | |
But baby | |
You flipped | |
I seen your letters | |
They're written with spit | |
And you're Fink for that man | |
You're buying us a big bag of trouble baby | |
But I know that's your plan |
zuo qu : Datsuns | |
Slick it back | |
Gimme some grease | |
You got it | |
I want it | |
So baby so sweet | |
Jett black hair | |
Leather on thigh | |
You make me flip baby | |
Whoa | |
Everytime | |
But you don' t give a damn | |
You' re just a fink for the man | |
You sure let me know | |
You don' t give a damn | |
You' re just a fink for the man | |
You make me flip | |
Get up and go | |
The midnight riders hanging round your neck | |
I wish it was me | |
Oh, we could be just the best | |
I seen your letters | |
They' re written with spit | |
Your taking care of business | |
But baby | |
You flipped | |
I seen your letters | |
They' re written with spit | |
And you' re Fink for that man | |
You' re buying us a big bag of trouble baby | |
But I know that' s your plan |
zuò qǔ : Datsuns | |
Slick it back | |
Gimme some grease | |
You got it | |
I want it | |
So baby so sweet | |
Jett black hair | |
Leather on thigh | |
You make me flip baby | |
Whoa | |
Everytime | |
But you don' t give a damn | |
You' re just a fink for the man | |
You sure let me know | |
You don' t give a damn | |
You' re just a fink for the man | |
You make me flip | |
Get up and go | |
The midnight riders hanging round your neck | |
I wish it was me | |
Oh, we could be just the best | |
I seen your letters | |
They' re written with spit | |
Your taking care of business | |
But baby | |
You flipped | |
I seen your letters | |
They' re written with spit | |
And you' re Fink for that man | |
You' re buying us a big bag of trouble baby | |
But I know that' s your plan |