歌曲 | Thanksgiving Waves |
歌手 | Eef Barzelay |
专辑 | Bitter Honey |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Barzelay | |
If this war's ever over | |
If it ever runs out | |
Then maybe we can think about traveling | |
To those far away cities | |
Of drug stores and tans | |
On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
If this engine turns over | |
We'll tear through the park | |
On donuts and Milk of Magnesia | |
And I'll read you a poem | |
Of blue skies and eyes | |
In your sockets that bring them together | |
In your sockets that bring them together | |
Are your thighs ever tender? | |
As they swell in my hands | |
And are warmed by the spit of my kisses | |
But I will just graze you | |
Like the sun does on grass | |
And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
If this war's ever over | |
They'll separate us | |
Leaving video tapes to remember | |
I'll go back to Texas | |
And try not to think | |
Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple | |
Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple |
zuo qu : Barzelay | |
If this war' s ever over | |
If it ever runs out | |
Then maybe we can think about traveling | |
To those far away cities | |
Of drug stores and tans | |
On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
If this engine turns over | |
We' ll tear through the park | |
On donuts and Milk of Magnesia | |
And I' ll read you a poem | |
Of blue skies and eyes | |
In your sockets that bring them together | |
In your sockets that bring them together | |
Are your thighs ever tender? | |
As they swell in my hands | |
And are warmed by the spit of my kisses | |
But I will just graze you | |
Like the sun does on grass | |
And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
If this war' s ever over | |
They' ll separate us | |
Leaving video tapes to remember | |
I' ll go back to Texas | |
And try not to think | |
Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple | |
Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple |
zuò qǔ : Barzelay | |
If this war' s ever over | |
If it ever runs out | |
Then maybe we can think about traveling | |
To those far away cities | |
Of drug stores and tans | |
On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
If this engine turns over | |
We' ll tear through the park | |
On donuts and Milk of Magnesia | |
And I' ll read you a poem | |
Of blue skies and eyes | |
In your sockets that bring them together | |
In your sockets that bring them together | |
Are your thighs ever tender? | |
As they swell in my hands | |
And are warmed by the spit of my kisses | |
But I will just graze you | |
Like the sun does on grass | |
And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
If this war' s ever over | |
They' ll separate us | |
Leaving video tapes to remember | |
I' ll go back to Texas | |
And try not to think | |
Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple | |
Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple |