| Song | Pleasure Victim |
| Artist | Berlin |
| Album | Pleasure Victim |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Crawford | |
| We touched there was temperature | |
| I'm not the same | |
| Now I'm passing through your door | |
| It's a pleasure game | |
| You're the object of my smile | |
| I'm a life machine | |
| Sentimental sound on sound | |
| Time to switch the scene | |
| You're the passion in me | |
| You've broken down the system | |
| You're the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim | |
| Simple figures fill my mind | |
| Some I recognize | |
| Bodies always look the same | |
| Never see their eyes | |
| To the touch there's always you | |
| How can I erase your | |
| Flaming candles, whispered words | |
| Then your soft embrace | |
| You're the passion in me | |
| You've broken down the system | |
| You're the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim | |
| To the touch there's always you | |
| How can I erase your | |
| Flaming candles, whispered words | |
| Then your soft embrace | |
| You're the passion in me | |
| You've broken down the system | |
| You're the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim | |
| You're the passion in me | |
| You've broken down the system | |
| You're the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim |
| zuo ci : Crawford | |
| We touched there was temperature | |
| I' m not the same | |
| Now I' m passing through your door | |
| It' s a pleasure game | |
| You' re the object of my smile | |
| I' m a life machine | |
| Sentimental sound on sound | |
| Time to switch the scene | |
| You' re the passion in me | |
| You' ve broken down the system | |
| You' re the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim | |
| Simple figures fill my mind | |
| Some I recognize | |
| Bodies always look the same | |
| Never see their eyes | |
| To the touch there' s always you | |
| How can I erase your | |
| Flaming candles, whispered words | |
| Then your soft embrace | |
| You' re the passion in me | |
| You' ve broken down the system | |
| You' re the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim | |
| To the touch there' s always you | |
| How can I erase your | |
| Flaming candles, whispered words | |
| Then your soft embrace | |
| You' re the passion in me | |
| You' ve broken down the system | |
| You' re the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim | |
| You' re the passion in me | |
| You' ve broken down the system | |
| You' re the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim |
| zuò cí : Crawford | |
| We touched there was temperature | |
| I' m not the same | |
| Now I' m passing through your door | |
| It' s a pleasure game | |
| You' re the object of my smile | |
| I' m a life machine | |
| Sentimental sound on sound | |
| Time to switch the scene | |
| You' re the passion in me | |
| You' ve broken down the system | |
| You' re the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim | |
| Simple figures fill my mind | |
| Some I recognize | |
| Bodies always look the same | |
| Never see their eyes | |
| To the touch there' s always you | |
| How can I erase your | |
| Flaming candles, whispered words | |
| Then your soft embrace | |
| You' re the passion in me | |
| You' ve broken down the system | |
| You' re the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim | |
| To the touch there' s always you | |
| How can I erase your | |
| Flaming candles, whispered words | |
| Then your soft embrace | |
| You' re the passion in me | |
| You' ve broken down the system | |
| You' re the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim | |
| You' re the passion in me | |
| You' ve broken down the system | |
| You' re the vision | |
| I seeA pleasure victim |