歌曲 | Tell Me The Answer - BBC Session - Simon Mayo 13/4/99 |
歌手 | Texas |
专辑 | The BBC Sessions |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Sharleen Spiteri | |
I doesn't feel right, the lights are too bright | |
I'm feeling uptight in my sensual world | |
I need to be you, | |
I need to breathe too | |
I need to see through life with these sensitive words | |
I could blame it on you | |
I could blame it on my instincts | |
I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
So tell me what's the answer | |
No trouble in my face there's not one anxious voice | |
You know I can't listen, | |
I can't listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
No air around me, | |
I need to feel free | |
I'm private property in my sensual world | |
Your indecisions | |
I have a vision | |
There's no collision there with these sensitive words | |
I could blame it on you | |
I could blame it on my instincts | |
I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
So tell me what's the answer | |
No trouble in my face there's not one anxious voice | |
You know I can't listen, | |
I can't listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
No trouble in my face, there's not one anxious voice | |
You know I can't listen, | |
I can't listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
All from too much choice yeah yeah | |
I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
So tell me what's the answer | |
No trouble in my face, there's not one anxious voice | |
You know I can't listen, | |
I can't listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
No trouble in my face, there's not one anxious voice | |
You know I can't listen, | |
I can't listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon... |
zuo qu : Sharleen Spiteri | |
I doesn' t feel right, the lights are too bright | |
I' m feeling uptight in my sensual world | |
I need to be you, | |
I need to breathe too | |
I need to see through life with these sensitive words | |
I could blame it on you | |
I could blame it on my instincts | |
I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
So tell me what' s the answer | |
No trouble in my face there' s not one anxious voice | |
You know I can' t listen, | |
I can' t listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
No air around me, | |
I need to feel free | |
I' m private property in my sensual world | |
Your indecisions | |
I have a vision | |
There' s no collision there with these sensitive words | |
I could blame it on you | |
I could blame it on my instincts | |
I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
So tell me what' s the answer | |
No trouble in my face there' s not one anxious voice | |
You know I can' t listen, | |
I can' t listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
You know I can' t listen, | |
I can' t listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
All from too much choice yeah yeah | |
I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
So tell me what' s the answer | |
No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
You know I can' t listen, | |
I can' t listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
You know I can' t listen, | |
I can' t listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
C' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
C' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
C' mon, c' mon, c' mon... |
zuò qǔ : Sharleen Spiteri | |
I doesn' t feel right, the lights are too bright | |
I' m feeling uptight in my sensual world | |
I need to be you, | |
I need to breathe too | |
I need to see through life with these sensitive words | |
I could blame it on you | |
I could blame it on my instincts | |
I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
So tell me what' s the answer | |
No trouble in my face there' s not one anxious voice | |
You know I can' t listen, | |
I can' t listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
No air around me, | |
I need to feel free | |
I' m private property in my sensual world | |
Your indecisions | |
I have a vision | |
There' s no collision there with these sensitive words | |
I could blame it on you | |
I could blame it on my instincts | |
I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
So tell me what' s the answer | |
No trouble in my face there' s not one anxious voice | |
You know I can' t listen, | |
I can' t listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
You know I can' t listen, | |
I can' t listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
All from too much choice yeah yeah | |
I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
So tell me what' s the answer | |
No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
You know I can' t listen, | |
I can' t listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
You know I can' t listen, | |
I can' t listen | |
You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
C' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
C' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
C' mon, c' mon, c' mon... |