Song | Green Eyed Fool |
Artist | Little Barrie |
Album | Stand Your Ground |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cadogan, Wharton | |
You know clothing doesn't hang the same, | |
You're sounding southern you talk my name, | |
You're into something and you're out of that, | |
Claim that you missed us but you can't call back, | |
Been hitting places that I never been, | |
Jumped over oceans while I sit in streams uh huh, | |
Dutch courage told me that I'm right, | |
Like what I talk and talk just what I like. | |
So don't come round here, | |
Thinking that you know it | |
Some call me bitter but I like the taste, | |
Tough to resist another one horse race, | |
Can't face the music so I lift my hood, | |
Point blank refusing never felt so good, | |
You sweated blood and now you're seeing stars, | |
I'm in the gutter with my ego scarred uh huh, | |
Some call me just a green eyed fool, | |
Come to think of it that all I do. | |
So don't come round here, | |
Thinking that you know it, | |
So don't come round here, | |
Thinking that you know it. | |
You'll be the public when you hit this town, | |
Blend into nothing with the dance floor clowns, | |
I got my heavy box of forty five's, | |
They're gonna make me like the shit all night, | |
I never meant to be a big fish in a small pond, | |
Yeah! | |
But then again it's such a steady job, | |
(I don't wanna get robbed) | |
Some call me just a green eyed fool, | |
Come to think of it that's all I do |
zuo qu : Cadogan, Wharton | |
You know clothing doesn' t hang the same, | |
You' re sounding southern you talk my name, | |
You' re into something and you' re out of that, | |
Claim that you missed us but you can' t call back, | |
Been hitting places that I never been, | |
Jumped over oceans while I sit in streams uh huh, | |
Dutch courage told me that I' m right, | |
Like what I talk and talk just what I like. | |
So don' t come round here, | |
Thinking that you know it | |
Some call me bitter but I like the taste, | |
Tough to resist another one horse race, | |
Can' t face the music so I lift my hood, | |
Point blank refusing never felt so good, | |
You sweated blood and now you' re seeing stars, | |
I' m in the gutter with my ego scarred uh huh, | |
Some call me just a green eyed fool, | |
Come to think of it that all I do. | |
So don' t come round here, | |
Thinking that you know it, | |
So don' t come round here, | |
Thinking that you know it. | |
You' ll be the public when you hit this town, | |
Blend into nothing with the dance floor clowns, | |
I got my heavy box of forty five' s, | |
They' re gonna make me like the shit all night, | |
I never meant to be a big fish in a small pond, | |
Yeah! | |
But then again it' s such a steady job, | |
I don' t wanna get robbed | |
Some call me just a green eyed fool, | |
Come to think of it that' s all I do |
zuò qǔ : Cadogan, Wharton | |
You know clothing doesn' t hang the same, | |
You' re sounding southern you talk my name, | |
You' re into something and you' re out of that, | |
Claim that you missed us but you can' t call back, | |
Been hitting places that I never been, | |
Jumped over oceans while I sit in streams uh huh, | |
Dutch courage told me that I' m right, | |
Like what I talk and talk just what I like. | |
So don' t come round here, | |
Thinking that you know it | |
Some call me bitter but I like the taste, | |
Tough to resist another one horse race, | |
Can' t face the music so I lift my hood, | |
Point blank refusing never felt so good, | |
You sweated blood and now you' re seeing stars, | |
I' m in the gutter with my ego scarred uh huh, | |
Some call me just a green eyed fool, | |
Come to think of it that all I do. | |
So don' t come round here, | |
Thinking that you know it, | |
So don' t come round here, | |
Thinking that you know it. | |
You' ll be the public when you hit this town, | |
Blend into nothing with the dance floor clowns, | |
I got my heavy box of forty five' s, | |
They' re gonna make me like the shit all night, | |
I never meant to be a big fish in a small pond, | |
Yeah! | |
But then again it' s such a steady job, | |
I don' t wanna get robbed | |
Some call me just a green eyed fool, | |
Come to think of it that' s all I do |