歌曲 | Metaphorically Yours |
歌手 | Ed Harcourt |
专辑 | From Every Sphere |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Harcourt | |
oh baby, can't you see | |
when you get mad at me | |
your eyes light up your face | |
oh baby, just admit | |
if both my wrists were slit | |
you'd bandage them with style and grace | |
and it's not over | |
and I don't think it will be | |
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so, | |
But you know | |
with you I'm never bored | |
yes ma'am, you strike a chord | |
that makes me shiver and mumble | |
I'm chomping at the bit | |
I need my daily fix | |
or my whole world will crumble | |
and it's not over | |
I don't think it will be | |
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so, | |
but you know | |
come wrap your arms around | |
the man who is back in town | |
and loves to watch you smile | |
don't know if I should laugh or cry | |
with you sleeping by my side | |
I hear the silence for miles | |
and it's not over | |
I don't think it will be | |
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so, | |
but you know |
zuo qu : Harcourt | |
oh baby, can' t you see | |
when you get mad at me | |
your eyes light up your face | |
oh baby, just admit | |
if both my wrists were slit | |
you' d bandage them with style and grace | |
and it' s not over | |
and I don' t think it will be | |
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so, | |
But you know | |
with you I' m never bored | |
yes ma' am, you strike a chord | |
that makes me shiver and mumble | |
I' m chomping at the bit | |
I need my daily fix | |
or my whole world will crumble | |
and it' s not over | |
I don' t think it will be | |
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so, | |
but you know | |
come wrap your arms around | |
the man who is back in town | |
and loves to watch you smile | |
don' t know if I should laugh or cry | |
with you sleeping by my side | |
I hear the silence for miles | |
and it' s not over | |
I don' t think it will be | |
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so, | |
but you know |
zuò qǔ : Harcourt | |
oh baby, can' t you see | |
when you get mad at me | |
your eyes light up your face | |
oh baby, just admit | |
if both my wrists were slit | |
you' d bandage them with style and grace | |
and it' s not over | |
and I don' t think it will be | |
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so, | |
But you know | |
with you I' m never bored | |
yes ma' am, you strike a chord | |
that makes me shiver and mumble | |
I' m chomping at the bit | |
I need my daily fix | |
or my whole world will crumble | |
and it' s not over | |
I don' t think it will be | |
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so, | |
but you know | |
come wrap your arms around | |
the man who is back in town | |
and loves to watch you smile | |
don' t know if I should laugh or cry | |
with you sleeping by my side | |
I hear the silence for miles | |
and it' s not over | |
I don' t think it will be | |
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins | |
and that' s a metaphor for the feelings that I store | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so | |
I confess I love you so, | |
but you know |