歌曲 | Awoo |
歌手 | The Hidden Cameras |
专辑 | Awoo |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gibb | |
From the moment I was taught to resist the education, awoo | |
To hold it hostage until I know he loves me, awoo | |
With a shrug and an ugh, I unleash my holy power, awoo | |
The feeling of the end of my last examination, awoo | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
How sweet is the curd of my own written qualities, a woo | |
I'd rather wallow win the mud of my own imagination, awoo | |
If I am naked on the throne, I'll be working in bone yard, awoo | |
Haunts the blood like a bad reputation, awoo | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
I've got 25 bucks can you save my reputation? awoo | |
Acting like nothing ever happened to me ever, awoo. | |
But if I covet and conform to my own rich qualities, awoo. | |
I'll be working for my own, now at least I'll know he loves me not, awoo. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. |
zuo qu : Gibb | |
From the moment I was taught to resist the education, awoo | |
To hold it hostage until I know he loves me, awoo | |
With a shrug and an ugh, I unleash my holy power, awoo | |
The feeling of the end of my last examination, awoo | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
How sweet is the curd of my own written qualities, a woo | |
I' d rather wallow win the mud of my own imagination, awoo | |
If I am naked on the throne, I' ll be working in bone yard, awoo | |
Haunts the blood like a bad reputation, awoo | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
I' ve got 25 bucks can you save my reputation? awoo | |
Acting like nothing ever happened to me ever, awoo. | |
But if I covet and conform to my own rich qualities, awoo. | |
I' ll be working for my own, now at least I' ll know he loves me not, awoo. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. |
zuò qǔ : Gibb | |
From the moment I was taught to resist the education, awoo | |
To hold it hostage until I know he loves me, awoo | |
With a shrug and an ugh, I unleash my holy power, awoo | |
The feeling of the end of my last examination, awoo | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
How sweet is the curd of my own written qualities, a woo | |
I' d rather wallow win the mud of my own imagination, awoo | |
If I am naked on the throne, I' ll be working in bone yard, awoo | |
Haunts the blood like a bad reputation, awoo | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
I' ve got 25 bucks can you save my reputation? awoo | |
Acting like nothing ever happened to me ever, awoo. | |
But if I covet and conform to my own rich qualities, awoo. | |
I' ll be working for my own, now at least I' ll know he loves me not, awoo. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. | |
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya. |