| Song | I Don't Know What I Want Us to Do |
| Artist | Peter Bjorn and John |
| Album | Peter Bjorn and John |
| 作词 : ERIKSSON, JOHN/MOREN, PETER/YTTLING, BJORN | |
| Decadent picture of you in nude, sits on my shoulder whispers in my ear, makes me feel prude obscene gesture makes me feel filthy, makes you feel guilty, still can't help it , let's just sink, degradation | |
| Naive pretensions, nowhere discussion | |
| I pity the downfall, | |
| I pity the sarcasm you're lips are sealed, you know how it feels? comfortable apartment, in a comfortable chair a lock of goldilocks, a lock of bear your lips are poisonous, that's what destroys us | |
| But I don't know what | |
| I want her to do can't figure out what | |
| I'm supposed to do seems like all that it's coming to | |
| I don't know what | |
| I want us to do | |
| Virginity is bound to fail at the altar the groom is empty, stuffed up with candy the sheets are soiled, olive oil? we're oh so pretty and we're oh so young, digging your eyelid, singing a song: | |
| I want you on top, | |
| I want you because.. | |
| But I don't know what | |
| I want her to do can't figure out what | |
| I'm supposed to do seems like all that it's coming to | |
| I don't know what | |
| I want us to do |
| zuò cí : ERIKSSON, JOHN MOREN, PETER YTTLING, BJORN | |
| Decadent picture of you in nude, sits on my shoulder whispers in my ear, makes me feel prude obscene gesture makes me feel filthy, makes you feel guilty, still can' t help it , let' s just sink, degradation | |
| Naive pretensions, nowhere discussion | |
| I pity the downfall, | |
| I pity the sarcasm you' re lips are sealed, you know how it feels? comfortable apartment, in a comfortable chair a lock of goldilocks, a lock of bear your lips are poisonous, that' s what destroys us | |
| But I don' t know what | |
| I want her to do can' t figure out what | |
| I' m supposed to do seems like all that it' s coming to | |
| I don' t know what | |
| I want us to do | |
| Virginity is bound to fail at the altar the groom is empty, stuffed up with candy the sheets are soiled, olive oil? we' re oh so pretty and we' re oh so young, digging your eyelid, singing a song: | |
| I want you on top, | |
| I want you because.. | |
| But I don' t know what | |
| I want her to do can' t figure out what | |
| I' m supposed to do seems like all that it' s coming to | |
| I don' t know what | |
| I want us to do |