Song | What the Hell Is Love |
Artist | K's Choice |
Album | Great Subconscious Club |
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作词 : Bettens, Bettens | |
He was not so tall and rather fat | |
Had a Labrador and a limping cat | |
Born in a country with a broken heart | |
Had enough money and a credit card | |
Told bedtime stories to his teddy bear | |
Gave him lots of hugs and a dress to wear | |
Had a small apartment, what a lovely sight | |
He watched | |
MTV all night | |
Where the hell was friendship | |
He must have turned it off | |
And most of all he wondered, "What is loveWhat the hell is love?" | |
He enjoyed the silence more and more | |
As he heard the door slam right next door | |
Had a fancy | |
Parker and a diary | |
In which he wrote some poetry | |
And as he went to bed at night | |
The cat's eyes gave him ample light | |
To make him lie, awake and see | |
The content of his misery | |
Where the hell was friendship | |
He must have turned it off | |
And most of all he wondered, "What is loveWhat the hell is love?" | |
Where the hell was friendship | |
He must have turned it off | |
And most of all he wondered, "What is loveWhat the hell is love?" |
zuo ci : Bettens, Bettens | |
He was not so tall and rather fat | |
Had a Labrador and a limping cat | |
Born in a country with a broken heart | |
Had enough money and a credit card | |
Told bedtime stories to his teddy bear | |
Gave him lots of hugs and a dress to wear | |
Had a small apartment, what a lovely sight | |
He watched | |
MTV all night | |
Where the hell was friendship | |
He must have turned it off | |
And most of all he wondered, " What is loveWhat the hell is love?" | |
He enjoyed the silence more and more | |
As he heard the door slam right next door | |
Had a fancy | |
Parker and a diary | |
In which he wrote some poetry | |
And as he went to bed at night | |
The cat' s eyes gave him ample light | |
To make him lie, awake and see | |
The content of his misery | |
Where the hell was friendship | |
He must have turned it off | |
And most of all he wondered, " What is loveWhat the hell is love?" | |
Where the hell was friendship | |
He must have turned it off | |
And most of all he wondered, " What is loveWhat the hell is love?" |
zuò cí : Bettens, Bettens | |
He was not so tall and rather fat | |
Had a Labrador and a limping cat | |
Born in a country with a broken heart | |
Had enough money and a credit card | |
Told bedtime stories to his teddy bear | |
Gave him lots of hugs and a dress to wear | |
Had a small apartment, what a lovely sight | |
He watched | |
MTV all night | |
Where the hell was friendship | |
He must have turned it off | |
And most of all he wondered, " What is loveWhat the hell is love?" | |
He enjoyed the silence more and more | |
As he heard the door slam right next door | |
Had a fancy | |
Parker and a diary | |
In which he wrote some poetry | |
And as he went to bed at night | |
The cat' s eyes gave him ample light | |
To make him lie, awake and see | |
The content of his misery | |
Where the hell was friendship | |
He must have turned it off | |
And most of all he wondered, " What is loveWhat the hell is love?" | |
Where the hell was friendship | |
He must have turned it off | |
And most of all he wondered, " What is loveWhat the hell is love?" |