Me I Funk Lyrics
| Song | Me I Funk |
| Artist | KMFDM |
| Album | What Do You Know Deutschland? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Esch, Konietzko, Watts | |
| I'll call you thing and place you face in stone | |
| Upon the hill of stars | |
| And gripped in the arms of the changeless madman | |
| We'll dance our lives away | |
| You are talking about day | |
| I'm talking about night time | |
| You talking about day | |
| I'm talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I'm talking about night time | |
| You dance with your lizard leather boots on | |
| And pull the strings that change the faces of man | |
| You're diamond browed hag | |
| You're a gutter gaunt gangster | |
| You talk about day | |
| I'm talking about night time | |
| You gotta look fine | |
| Be primed for dancing | |
| You're gonna trip and glide | |
| Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses | |
| I call you thing and place you face in stone | |
| Upon the hill of stars | |
| And gripped in the arms of the changeless madman | |
| We'll dance our lives away | |
| You talk about day | |
| I'm talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I'm talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I'm talking about night time | |
| You are my night, put my dogs to fright | |
| I wanna be your friend | |
| I wanna call you | |
| I wanna ball you all night long | |
| The city's shaking, | |
| I ain't faking, baby | |
| This is the end | |
| I'm overloaded my head's exploded | |
| I wanna get you and then | |
| Come on, honey, let's bless our luck | |
| A little prayer for you to suck | |
| Here comes mommy with her | |
| Tommy gunOpen wounds just make her croon | |
| Double up on some margarine | |
| Lick your baby and we got fun | |
| Me I funk but | |
| I don't care | |
| I ain't no square with my cork screw hair | |
| You talk about day | |
| I'm talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I'm talking about night time | |
| You are my night, put my dogs to fright | |
| I wanna be your friend | |
| I wanna call you | |
| I wanna ball you all night long | |
| The city's shaking, | |
| I ain't faking, baby | |
| This is the end | |
| I'm overloaded, my head's exploded | |
| I wanna get you and then | |
| Come on, honey, let's bless our luck | |
| A little prayer for you to suck | |
| Here comes mommy with her | |
| Tommy gunOpen wounds just make her croon | |
| Double up on some margarine | |
| Lick your baby and we got fun | |
| Me I funk but | |
| I don't care | |
| I ain't no square with my cork screw hair | |
| You are my night, put my dogs to fright | |
| I wanna be your friend | |
| I wanna call you | |
| I wanna ball you all night long | |
| The city's shaking, | |
| I ain't faking | |
| This is the end | |
| I overloaded, my head's exploded | |
| I wanna get you and then | |
| Come on, honey, let's bless our luck | |
| A little prayer for you to suck | |
| Here comes mommy with her | |
| Tommy gunOpen wounds just make her croon | |
| Double up on some margarine | |
| Lick your baby and we got fun | |
| Me I funk but | |
| I don't care | |
| I ain't no square with my cork screw hair |
| zuo ci : Esch, Konietzko, Watts | |
| I' ll call you thing and place you face in stone | |
| Upon the hill of stars | |
| And gripped in the arms of the changeless madman | |
| We' ll dance our lives away | |
| You are talking about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You talking about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You dance with your lizard leather boots on | |
| And pull the strings that change the faces of man | |
| You' re diamond browed hag | |
| You' re a gutter gaunt gangster | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You gotta look fine | |
| Be primed for dancing | |
| You' re gonna trip and glide | |
| Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses | |
| I call you thing and place you face in stone | |
| Upon the hill of stars | |
| And gripped in the arms of the changeless madman | |
| We' ll dance our lives away | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You are my night, put my dogs to fright | |
| I wanna be your friend | |
| I wanna call you | |
| I wanna ball you all night long | |
| The city' s shaking, | |
| I ain' t faking, baby | |
| This is the end | |
| I' m overloaded my head' s exploded | |
| I wanna get you and then | |
| Come on, honey, let' s bless our luck | |
| A little prayer for you to suck | |
| Here comes mommy with her | |
| Tommy gunOpen wounds just make her croon | |
| Double up on some margarine | |
| Lick your baby and we got fun | |
| Me I funk but | |
| I don' t care | |
| I ain' t no square with my cork screw hair | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You are my night, put my dogs to fright | |
| I wanna be your friend | |
| I wanna call you | |
| I wanna ball you all night long | |
| The city' s shaking, | |
| I ain' t faking, baby | |
| This is the end | |
| I' m overloaded, my head' s exploded | |
| I wanna get you and then | |
| Come on, honey, let' s bless our luck | |
| A little prayer for you to suck | |
| Here comes mommy with her | |
| Tommy gunOpen wounds just make her croon | |
| Double up on some margarine | |
| Lick your baby and we got fun | |
| Me I funk but | |
| I don' t care | |
| I ain' t no square with my cork screw hair | |
| You are my night, put my dogs to fright | |
| I wanna be your friend | |
| I wanna call you | |
| I wanna ball you all night long | |
| The city' s shaking, | |
| I ain' t faking | |
| This is the end | |
| I overloaded, my head' s exploded | |
| I wanna get you and then | |
| Come on, honey, let' s bless our luck | |
| A little prayer for you to suck | |
| Here comes mommy with her | |
| Tommy gunOpen wounds just make her croon | |
| Double up on some margarine | |
| Lick your baby and we got fun | |
| Me I funk but | |
| I don' t care | |
| I ain' t no square with my cork screw hair |
| zuò cí : Esch, Konietzko, Watts | |
| I' ll call you thing and place you face in stone | |
| Upon the hill of stars | |
| And gripped in the arms of the changeless madman | |
| We' ll dance our lives away | |
| You are talking about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You talking about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You dance with your lizard leather boots on | |
| And pull the strings that change the faces of man | |
| You' re diamond browed hag | |
| You' re a gutter gaunt gangster | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You gotta look fine | |
| Be primed for dancing | |
| You' re gonna trip and glide | |
| Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses | |
| I call you thing and place you face in stone | |
| Upon the hill of stars | |
| And gripped in the arms of the changeless madman | |
| We' ll dance our lives away | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You are my night, put my dogs to fright | |
| I wanna be your friend | |
| I wanna call you | |
| I wanna ball you all night long | |
| The city' s shaking, | |
| I ain' t faking, baby | |
| This is the end | |
| I' m overloaded my head' s exploded | |
| I wanna get you and then | |
| Come on, honey, let' s bless our luck | |
| A little prayer for you to suck | |
| Here comes mommy with her | |
| Tommy gunOpen wounds just make her croon | |
| Double up on some margarine | |
| Lick your baby and we got fun | |
| Me I funk but | |
| I don' t care | |
| I ain' t no square with my cork screw hair | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You talk about day | |
| I' m talking about night time | |
| You are my night, put my dogs to fright | |
| I wanna be your friend | |
| I wanna call you | |
| I wanna ball you all night long | |
| The city' s shaking, | |
| I ain' t faking, baby | |
| This is the end | |
| I' m overloaded, my head' s exploded | |
| I wanna get you and then | |
| Come on, honey, let' s bless our luck | |
| A little prayer for you to suck | |
| Here comes mommy with her | |
| Tommy gunOpen wounds just make her croon | |
| Double up on some margarine | |
| Lick your baby and we got fun | |
| Me I funk but | |
| I don' t care | |
| I ain' t no square with my cork screw hair | |
| You are my night, put my dogs to fright | |
| I wanna be your friend | |
| I wanna call you | |
| I wanna ball you all night long | |
| The city' s shaking, | |
| I ain' t faking | |
| This is the end | |
| I overloaded, my head' s exploded | |
| I wanna get you and then | |
| Come on, honey, let' s bless our luck | |
| A little prayer for you to suck | |
| Here comes mommy with her | |
| Tommy gunOpen wounds just make her croon | |
| Double up on some margarine | |
| Lick your baby and we got fun | |
| Me I funk but | |
| I don' t care | |
| I ain' t no square with my cork screw hair |
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