歌曲 | Little Rosie |
歌手 | Bertine Zetlitz |
专辑 | Morbid Late Night Show |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Zetlitz | |
Little Rosie had her herself a romance fit for few | |
Screaming in her bed | |
Tearing out the spreads | |
Little Rosie covered walls with pictures of her prince | |
Shining just like new | |
Gracing just the few | |
Now I see Rosie shivers one more burned down outdoor | |
It's dangerous for us to be around | |
Rosie cut up her face | |
Jumped off her base | |
And sees no point in staying on the ground | |
Little Rosie used to cherish favours that were lost | |
She would run a mile | |
With her frozen smile | |
Now I hear Rosie clings to the trees | |
Talks to the bees and closes up whenever he's around | |
Rosie pigtails and all runs from the ball | |
Wiping out the bloodstains from her gown | |
Little Rosie had her herself a roman, roman, roman, roman, roman, man, | |
Romance fit for few, romance fit for few |
zuo qu : Zetlitz | |
Little Rosie had her herself a romance fit for few | |
Screaming in her bed | |
Tearing out the spreads | |
Little Rosie covered walls with pictures of her prince | |
Shining just like new | |
Gracing just the few | |
Now I see Rosie shivers one more burned down outdoor | |
It' s dangerous for us to be around | |
Rosie cut up her face | |
Jumped off her base | |
And sees no point in staying on the ground | |
Little Rosie used to cherish favours that were lost | |
She would run a mile | |
With her frozen smile | |
Now I hear Rosie clings to the trees | |
Talks to the bees and closes up whenever he' s around | |
Rosie pigtails and all runs from the ball | |
Wiping out the bloodstains from her gown | |
Little Rosie had her herself a roman, roman, roman, roman, roman, man, | |
Romance fit for few, romance fit for few |
zuò qǔ : Zetlitz | |
Little Rosie had her herself a romance fit for few | |
Screaming in her bed | |
Tearing out the spreads | |
Little Rosie covered walls with pictures of her prince | |
Shining just like new | |
Gracing just the few | |
Now I see Rosie shivers one more burned down outdoor | |
It' s dangerous for us to be around | |
Rosie cut up her face | |
Jumped off her base | |
And sees no point in staying on the ground | |
Little Rosie used to cherish favours that were lost | |
She would run a mile | |
With her frozen smile | |
Now I hear Rosie clings to the trees | |
Talks to the bees and closes up whenever he' s around | |
Rosie pigtails and all runs from the ball | |
Wiping out the bloodstains from her gown | |
Little Rosie had her herself a roman, roman, roman, roman, roman, man, | |
Romance fit for few, romance fit for few |