歌曲 | Black Peach |
歌手 | The Elms |
专辑 | The Chess Hotel |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Thomas | |
A tight little tee shirt everybody likes, | |
You come from the country to dance away the night. | |
It isn't that your mama wouldn't be proud, | |
It's only that your daddy would never live it down. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. | |
Bold as the daylight, shooting off your mouth, | |
You laugh like a belle but you've never been south. | |
Walking like a cowboy, kissing like a flame, | |
You'll let him in your heart, but he'll never get your name. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. | |
It ain't where you come from, ain't where you been. | |
It ain't who you call when the clouds roll in. | |
You spent all your youth saying, More, more, more, | |
And now you wanna know what living's for. | |
You'd kill for a good time, shooting from the hip. | |
The boy got fresh, and you fattened his lip. | |
You cut all the classes that you never liked, | |
And drove too fast before you even rode a bike. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. | |
It ain't where you come from, ain't where you been. | |
It ain't who you call when the clouds roll in. | |
You spent all your youth saying, More, more, more, | |
And now you wanna know what living's for. | |
You can't feel the summer all year long. | |
You gotta know the cold to know when it's gone. | |
The only thing brighter than the sun is truth, | |
And only one time were you ever given proof. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. |
zuo qu : Thomas | |
A tight little tee shirt everybody likes, | |
You come from the country to dance away the night. | |
It isn' t that your mama wouldn' t be proud, | |
It' s only that your daddy would never live it down. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. | |
Bold as the daylight, shooting off your mouth, | |
You laugh like a belle but you' ve never been south. | |
Walking like a cowboy, kissing like a flame, | |
You' ll let him in your heart, but he' ll never get your name. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. | |
It ain' t where you come from, ain' t where you been. | |
It ain' t who you call when the clouds roll in. | |
You spent all your youth saying, More, more, more, | |
And now you wanna know what living' s for. | |
You' d kill for a good time, shooting from the hip. | |
The boy got fresh, and you fattened his lip. | |
You cut all the classes that you never liked, | |
And drove too fast before you even rode a bike. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. | |
It ain' t where you come from, ain' t where you been. | |
It ain' t who you call when the clouds roll in. | |
You spent all your youth saying, More, more, more, | |
And now you wanna know what living' s for. | |
You can' t feel the summer all year long. | |
You gotta know the cold to know when it' s gone. | |
The only thing brighter than the sun is truth, | |
And only one time were you ever given proof. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. |
zuò qǔ : Thomas | |
A tight little tee shirt everybody likes, | |
You come from the country to dance away the night. | |
It isn' t that your mama wouldn' t be proud, | |
It' s only that your daddy would never live it down. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. | |
Bold as the daylight, shooting off your mouth, | |
You laugh like a belle but you' ve never been south. | |
Walking like a cowboy, kissing like a flame, | |
You' ll let him in your heart, but he' ll never get your name. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. | |
It ain' t where you come from, ain' t where you been. | |
It ain' t who you call when the clouds roll in. | |
You spent all your youth saying, More, more, more, | |
And now you wanna know what living' s for. | |
You' d kill for a good time, shooting from the hip. | |
The boy got fresh, and you fattened his lip. | |
You cut all the classes that you never liked, | |
And drove too fast before you even rode a bike. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. | |
It ain' t where you come from, ain' t where you been. | |
It ain' t who you call when the clouds roll in. | |
You spent all your youth saying, More, more, more, | |
And now you wanna know what living' s for. | |
You can' t feel the summer all year long. | |
You gotta know the cold to know when it' s gone. | |
The only thing brighter than the sun is truth, | |
And only one time were you ever given proof. | |
Almost sweet, black peach. |