歌曲 | Revolving Dora |
歌手 | Fountains of Wayne |
专辑 | Traffic and Weather |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
Oh yeahRevolving | |
DoraHits the floor alone again | |
See her spinning, see her grinning at her imaginary friends | |
She's in her own rotating world | |
There's something blurry about that girl | |
Oh yeahAnd she's turning out to be | |
Immune to gravity | |
She's a lot like you | |
Not much like me | |
Oh yeahRevolving | |
Dora Seems so sure about it all | |
She knows the score | |
So long before the morning papers make the call | |
And she's searching around the dial | |
For a song that'll make her smile | |
And she's turning out to be | |
Immune to gravity | |
And I don't know the degree | |
Of her grip on reality | |
But she sure has got a hold on me | |
Oh yeah |
zuo ci : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
Oh yeahRevolving | |
DoraHits the floor alone again | |
See her spinning, see her grinning at her imaginary friends | |
She' s in her own rotating world | |
There' s something blurry about that girl | |
Oh yeahAnd she' s turning out to be | |
Immune to gravity | |
She' s a lot like you | |
Not much like me | |
Oh yeahRevolving | |
Dora Seems so sure about it all | |
She knows the score | |
So long before the morning papers make the call | |
And she' s searching around the dial | |
For a song that' ll make her smile | |
And she' s turning out to be | |
Immune to gravity | |
And I don' t know the degree | |
Of her grip on reality | |
But she sure has got a hold on me | |
Oh yeah |
zuò cí : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
Oh yeahRevolving | |
DoraHits the floor alone again | |
See her spinning, see her grinning at her imaginary friends | |
She' s in her own rotating world | |
There' s something blurry about that girl | |
Oh yeahAnd she' s turning out to be | |
Immune to gravity | |
She' s a lot like you | |
Not much like me | |
Oh yeahRevolving | |
Dora Seems so sure about it all | |
She knows the score | |
So long before the morning papers make the call | |
And she' s searching around the dial | |
For a song that' ll make her smile | |
And she' s turning out to be | |
Immune to gravity | |
And I don' t know the degree | |
Of her grip on reality | |
But she sure has got a hold on me | |
Oh yeah |