歌曲 | Snot Love in Spain |
歌手 | Golden Earring |
专辑 | No Promises...No Debts |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gerritsen, Hay, Herritsen ... | |
From the Album:* | |
No promises no debts | |
Decided it was time to take a boxcar ride | |
Outa the rain snow and cold | |
Me and a friend of mine | |
Guy I met somewhere down the road | |
Hummin' all the way down to | |
Spain on that choo choo train | |
Safe across the border | |
Abidin' law and order | |
Lost eachother gettin' high on calvados | |
I sorta looked up with what musta been | |
The face of gratitude | |
When she kissed me on my cheek | |
And winked her little voulez-vous | |
They trampled on my head like a dancer did somewhere in | |
MadridI couldn't feel, | |
I couldn't see | |
Stole my passport and left a red bandana | |
On the steps of the cantina | |
They threw me out the door | |
I couldn't ask for more | |
Snot love in | |
SpainSnot love in vain | |
Too young to explain | |
Love in Spain | |
Well I found out pretty soon | |
I could dig myself in down the beach poolside | |
Rip off a | |
German hup two baby all right | |
She was a waitress | |
I couldn't resist | |
Her brother said she will make you a good wife | |
Well since | |
I was from over the border | |
Abidin' law and order | |
We spent the night gettin' high on calvados | |
I looked up with what musta been | |
The face of solitude | |
When she slapped me on the face | |
And her brother started gettin' rude | |
They trampled on my head etc…… |
zuo ci : Gerritsen, Hay, Herritsen ... | |
From the Album: | |
No promises no debts | |
Decided it was time to take a boxcar ride | |
Outa the rain snow and cold | |
Me and a friend of mine | |
Guy I met somewhere down the road | |
Hummin' all the way down to | |
Spain on that choo choo train | |
Safe across the border | |
Abidin' law and order | |
Lost eachother gettin' high on calvados | |
I sorta looked up with what musta been | |
The face of gratitude | |
When she kissed me on my cheek | |
And winked her little voulezvous | |
They trampled on my head like a dancer did somewhere in | |
MadridI couldn' t feel, | |
I couldn' t see | |
Stole my passport and left a red bandana | |
On the steps of the cantina | |
They threw me out the door | |
I couldn' t ask for more | |
Snot love in | |
SpainSnot love in vain | |
Too young to explain | |
Love in Spain | |
Well I found out pretty soon | |
I could dig myself in down the beach poolside | |
Rip off a | |
German hup two baby all right | |
She was a waitress | |
I couldn' t resist | |
Her brother said she will make you a good wife | |
Well since | |
I was from over the border | |
Abidin' law and order | |
We spent the night gettin' high on calvados | |
I looked up with what musta been | |
The face of solitude | |
When she slapped me on the face | |
And her brother started gettin' rude | |
They trampled on my head etc |
zuò cí : Gerritsen, Hay, Herritsen ... | |
From the Album: | |
No promises no debts | |
Decided it was time to take a boxcar ride | |
Outa the rain snow and cold | |
Me and a friend of mine | |
Guy I met somewhere down the road | |
Hummin' all the way down to | |
Spain on that choo choo train | |
Safe across the border | |
Abidin' law and order | |
Lost eachother gettin' high on calvados | |
I sorta looked up with what musta been | |
The face of gratitude | |
When she kissed me on my cheek | |
And winked her little voulezvous | |
They trampled on my head like a dancer did somewhere in | |
MadridI couldn' t feel, | |
I couldn' t see | |
Stole my passport and left a red bandana | |
On the steps of the cantina | |
They threw me out the door | |
I couldn' t ask for more | |
Snot love in | |
SpainSnot love in vain | |
Too young to explain | |
Love in Spain | |
Well I found out pretty soon | |
I could dig myself in down the beach poolside | |
Rip off a | |
German hup two baby all right | |
She was a waitress | |
I couldn' t resist | |
Her brother said she will make you a good wife | |
Well since | |
I was from over the border | |
Abidin' law and order | |
We spent the night gettin' high on calvados | |
I looked up with what musta been | |
The face of solitude | |
When she slapped me on the face | |
And her brother started gettin' rude | |
They trampled on my head etc |