Song | You'll Never Guess Who Died |
Artist | The Kinison |
Album | What Are You Listening To |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kinison | |
Come into this world, | |
Oh With your hands tied up | |
I can see your pants around your ankles and the floor | |
You and I did spend that one day | |
In bed counting sheep | |
Maybe we could sleep it off with your best friend's pills | |
I can describe what it's like to be sad if it's sharp enough | |
Go into through this small hole | |
With your hands tied up | |
I can see you dance | |
Around my bedroom through the door | |
You and I did spend that time dodging sleep for weeks | |
Maybe we could grind our teeth to your best friends coke | |
I can't describe what it's like to be sad if it's sharp enough | |
Come into this small hole | |
With your pants and tie off | |
I can feel you press it up | |
When my hips hit the floor | |
I can't describe what it's like to be sad if it's sharp enough |
zuo qu : Kinison | |
Come into this world, | |
Oh With your hands tied up | |
I can see your pants around your ankles and the floor | |
You and I did spend that one day | |
In bed counting sheep | |
Maybe we could sleep it off with your best friend' s pills | |
I can describe what it' s like to be sad if it' s sharp enough | |
Go into through this small hole | |
With your hands tied up | |
I can see you dance | |
Around my bedroom through the door | |
You and I did spend that time dodging sleep for weeks | |
Maybe we could grind our teeth to your best friends coke | |
I can' t describe what it' s like to be sad if it' s sharp enough | |
Come into this small hole | |
With your pants and tie off | |
I can feel you press it up | |
When my hips hit the floor | |
I can' t describe what it' s like to be sad if it' s sharp enough |
zuò qǔ : Kinison | |
Come into this world, | |
Oh With your hands tied up | |
I can see your pants around your ankles and the floor | |
You and I did spend that one day | |
In bed counting sheep | |
Maybe we could sleep it off with your best friend' s pills | |
I can describe what it' s like to be sad if it' s sharp enough | |
Go into through this small hole | |
With your hands tied up | |
I can see you dance | |
Around my bedroom through the door | |
You and I did spend that time dodging sleep for weeks | |
Maybe we could grind our teeth to your best friends coke | |
I can' t describe what it' s like to be sad if it' s sharp enough | |
Come into this small hole | |
With your pants and tie off | |
I can feel you press it up | |
When my hips hit the floor | |
I can' t describe what it' s like to be sad if it' s sharp enough |