Song | Baby Girls |
Artist | Shivaree |
Album | Who's Got Trouble? |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McVinnie, Parsley | |
Angels in the sitting room | |
The wind gets here at seven | |
Take the bread and baby shoes send them back to heaven | |
And you can tell the boss she's keeping the curls | |
Enough to decorate another dozen baby girls | |
The flash is coming soon and we don't look so good | |
Sorry that I sleep so much you've always understood | |
Well here I go again so I will see you next eleven | |
Cross yourself knock three times hope we throw a seven | |
And you can tell the man she's keeping her eyes | |
So she can see you coming all you dirty rotten guys | |
She's never thrown a punch at least not until now | |
You always make them violent you've always known just how | |
They always tell stories they all go away | |
We all break the baby and mothers to blame and then | |
Some get up early some never pay | |
Get used to it girlie its all for fun anyway | |
Big ceremonies things that go fast | |
Your cheer is such a treasure | |
Your tears are like the weather | |
There never meant to last |
zuo ci : McVinnie, Parsley | |
Angels in the sitting room | |
The wind gets here at seven | |
Take the bread and baby shoes send them back to heaven | |
And you can tell the boss she' s keeping the curls | |
Enough to decorate another dozen baby girls | |
The flash is coming soon and we don' t look so good | |
Sorry that I sleep so much you' ve always understood | |
Well here I go again so I will see you next eleven | |
Cross yourself knock three times hope we throw a seven | |
And you can tell the man she' s keeping her eyes | |
So she can see you coming all you dirty rotten guys | |
She' s never thrown a punch at least not until now | |
You always make them violent you' ve always known just how | |
They always tell stories they all go away | |
We all break the baby and mothers to blame and then | |
Some get up early some never pay | |
Get used to it girlie its all for fun anyway | |
Big ceremonies things that go fast | |
Your cheer is such a treasure | |
Your tears are like the weather | |
There never meant to last |
zuò cí : McVinnie, Parsley | |
Angels in the sitting room | |
The wind gets here at seven | |
Take the bread and baby shoes send them back to heaven | |
And you can tell the boss she' s keeping the curls | |
Enough to decorate another dozen baby girls | |
The flash is coming soon and we don' t look so good | |
Sorry that I sleep so much you' ve always understood | |
Well here I go again so I will see you next eleven | |
Cross yourself knock three times hope we throw a seven | |
And you can tell the man she' s keeping her eyes | |
So she can see you coming all you dirty rotten guys | |
She' s never thrown a punch at least not until now | |
You always make them violent you' ve always known just how | |
They always tell stories they all go away | |
We all break the baby and mothers to blame and then | |
Some get up early some never pay | |
Get used to it girlie its all for fun anyway | |
Big ceremonies things that go fast | |
Your cheer is such a treasure | |
Your tears are like the weather | |
There never meant to last |