歌曲 | Her Game |
歌手 | Kevin Max |
专辑 | Stereotype Be |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Max | |
Every time she comes my way she knows just what to do and say | |
Those little smiles she throws away, they turn my stomach | |
If you listen close enough you'll catch all the divisive stuff | |
Those subtle moves, the way she smoothes her hair | |
And you don't want to say | |
She was digging your grave | |
And your friends all can see it | |
There's no way you're gonna leave it | |
So where you gonna go | |
Who you gonna call | |
When you know it's time to play the game | |
What's your mystery | |
Who's it gonna be | |
When you know it's time to play her game | |
Is it real or memorex | |
Those secrets that you feared confess | |
When she was there you let it all spill out | |
Turning as you leave for good | |
You wonder if you ever should have wandered through | |
Her neighborhood at all | |
And you don't want to say | |
She was digging your grave | |
And your friends all can see it | |
There's no way you're gonna leave it | |
So where you gonna go | |
Who you gonna call | |
When you know it's time to play the game | |
What's your mystery | |
Who's it gonna be | |
When you know it's time to play her game | |
I am not to blame | |
This is my parade of broken-hearted words | |
I feel them all | |
Please catch me when | |
I fall It's only from this wall | |
I've faced for far too long | |
It's lonely |
zuo qu : Max | |
Every time she comes my way she knows just what to do and say | |
Those little smiles she throws away, they turn my stomach | |
If you listen close enough you' ll catch all the divisive stuff | |
Those subtle moves, the way she smoothes her hair | |
And you don' t want to say | |
She was digging your grave | |
And your friends all can see it | |
There' s no way you' re gonna leave it | |
So where you gonna go | |
Who you gonna call | |
When you know it' s time to play the game | |
What' s your mystery | |
Who' s it gonna be | |
When you know it' s time to play her game | |
Is it real or memorex | |
Those secrets that you feared confess | |
When she was there you let it all spill out | |
Turning as you leave for good | |
You wonder if you ever should have wandered through | |
Her neighborhood at all | |
And you don' t want to say | |
She was digging your grave | |
And your friends all can see it | |
There' s no way you' re gonna leave it | |
So where you gonna go | |
Who you gonna call | |
When you know it' s time to play the game | |
What' s your mystery | |
Who' s it gonna be | |
When you know it' s time to play her game | |
I am not to blame | |
This is my parade of brokenhearted words | |
I feel them all | |
Please catch me when | |
I fall It' s only from this wall | |
I' ve faced for far too long | |
It' s lonely |
zuò qǔ : Max | |
Every time she comes my way she knows just what to do and say | |
Those little smiles she throws away, they turn my stomach | |
If you listen close enough you' ll catch all the divisive stuff | |
Those subtle moves, the way she smoothes her hair | |
And you don' t want to say | |
She was digging your grave | |
And your friends all can see it | |
There' s no way you' re gonna leave it | |
So where you gonna go | |
Who you gonna call | |
When you know it' s time to play the game | |
What' s your mystery | |
Who' s it gonna be | |
When you know it' s time to play her game | |
Is it real or memorex | |
Those secrets that you feared confess | |
When she was there you let it all spill out | |
Turning as you leave for good | |
You wonder if you ever should have wandered through | |
Her neighborhood at all | |
And you don' t want to say | |
She was digging your grave | |
And your friends all can see it | |
There' s no way you' re gonna leave it | |
So where you gonna go | |
Who you gonna call | |
When you know it' s time to play the game | |
What' s your mystery | |
Who' s it gonna be | |
When you know it' s time to play her game | |
I am not to blame | |
This is my parade of brokenhearted words | |
I feel them all | |
Please catch me when | |
I fall It' s only from this wall | |
I' ve faced for far too long | |
It' s lonely |