歌曲 | Tongue Like A Knife |
歌手 | Squeeze |
专辑 | Sweets From A Stranger |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
(difford/tilbrook) | |
The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting | |
An upright piano stood locked by the door | |
In through the window | |
The light was fast fading | |
While i spilt my whiskey | |
All over the floor | |
Making a mess of my words so | |
I was trying | |
To impress the empress with | |
My wimpy tales | |
Fanning her face from cigar smoke | |
And sighing | |
I had come close to be miles | |
From her trail | |
She was the jewel that | |
Sparkled in darkness | |
She was the love | |
Of everyone's life | |
She was the catch at | |
Everyone's parties | |
She was the one with a tongue | |
Like a knife | |
Her bosoms curved perfectly | |
Lit by the fire | |
My mind launched away | |
In a sea of its own | |
Her grace and her tightness | |
I had to admire | |
Through a whore's breath of stories | |
I happily told | |
Trespassing my hand | |
Fell into hot water | |
She shot like a bullet | |
Right out of her chair | |
She led me away and i | |
Was then slaughtered | |
By the warmth of her body | |
And her love and care | |
Her tongue cut away | |
And the wounds slowly opened | |
I lay on the sails of the | |
Ship of romance | |
Drunk as i could be and | |
Broker than broken and | |
The head of my hunt | |
Was there in my hands |
zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting | |
An upright piano stood locked by the door | |
In through the window | |
The light was fast fading | |
While i spilt my whiskey | |
All over the floor | |
Making a mess of my words so | |
I was trying | |
To impress the empress with | |
My wimpy tales | |
Fanning her face from cigar smoke | |
And sighing | |
I had come close to be miles | |
From her trail | |
She was the jewel that | |
Sparkled in darkness | |
She was the love | |
Of everyone' s life | |
She was the catch at | |
Everyone' s parties | |
She was the one with a tongue | |
Like a knife | |
Her bosoms curved perfectly | |
Lit by the fire | |
My mind launched away | |
In a sea of its own | |
Her grace and her tightness | |
I had to admire | |
Through a whore' s breath of stories | |
I happily told | |
Trespassing my hand | |
Fell into hot water | |
She shot like a bullet | |
Right out of her chair | |
She led me away and i | |
Was then slaughtered | |
By the warmth of her body | |
And her love and care | |
Her tongue cut away | |
And the wounds slowly opened | |
I lay on the sails of the | |
Ship of romance | |
Drunk as i could be and | |
Broker than broken and | |
The head of my hunt | |
Was there in my hands |
zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting | |
An upright piano stood locked by the door | |
In through the window | |
The light was fast fading | |
While i spilt my whiskey | |
All over the floor | |
Making a mess of my words so | |
I was trying | |
To impress the empress with | |
My wimpy tales | |
Fanning her face from cigar smoke | |
And sighing | |
I had come close to be miles | |
From her trail | |
She was the jewel that | |
Sparkled in darkness | |
She was the love | |
Of everyone' s life | |
She was the catch at | |
Everyone' s parties | |
She was the one with a tongue | |
Like a knife | |
Her bosoms curved perfectly | |
Lit by the fire | |
My mind launched away | |
In a sea of its own | |
Her grace and her tightness | |
I had to admire | |
Through a whore' s breath of stories | |
I happily told | |
Trespassing my hand | |
Fell into hot water | |
She shot like a bullet | |
Right out of her chair | |
She led me away and i | |
Was then slaughtered | |
By the warmth of her body | |
And her love and care | |
Her tongue cut away | |
And the wounds slowly opened | |
I lay on the sails of the | |
Ship of romance | |
Drunk as i could be and | |
Broker than broken and | |
The head of my hunt | |
Was there in my hands |