Song | Don't Make No Promises (Your Body Can't Keep) |
Artist | Scorpions |
Album | Animal Magnetism |
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作词 : Jabs, Rarebell | |
Lyrics:Herman Rarebell Music:Matthias Jabs | |
I saw this girl walking down the street | |
I thought, oh yeah, she looks rather neat | |
I grabbed my chance and played my usual game | |
I tell you man, it can be a strain | |
She didn't wanna know what I'd got to say | |
Just shook her head and looked the other way | |
And then she said, I've met your type before | |
For me you're all the same, you're such a bore | |
Oh no, don't make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can't keep | |
Next day, can you believe, she was at the show | |
She said, hey man, you're great and she took me home | |
She started to undress, what a shock to see | |
Padded bra, blonde wig, not much left for me | |
Oh no, don't make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can't keep | |
Oh no, don't make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can't keep | |
Oh no, don't make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can't keep | |
Oh no, don't make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can't keep |
zuo ci : Jabs, Rarebell | |
Lyrics: Herman Rarebell Music: Matthias Jabs | |
I saw this girl walking down the street | |
I thought, oh yeah, she looks rather neat | |
I grabbed my chance and played my usual game | |
I tell you man, it can be a strain | |
She didn' t wanna know what I' d got to say | |
Just shook her head and looked the other way | |
And then she said, I' ve met your type before | |
For me you' re all the same, you' re such a bore | |
Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
Next day, can you believe, she was at the show | |
She said, hey man, you' re great and she took me home | |
She started to undress, what a shock to see | |
Padded bra, blonde wig, not much left for me | |
Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can' t keep |
zuò cí : Jabs, Rarebell | |
Lyrics: Herman Rarebell Music: Matthias Jabs | |
I saw this girl walking down the street | |
I thought, oh yeah, she looks rather neat | |
I grabbed my chance and played my usual game | |
I tell you man, it can be a strain | |
She didn' t wanna know what I' d got to say | |
Just shook her head and looked the other way | |
And then she said, I' ve met your type before | |
For me you' re all the same, you' re such a bore | |
Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
Next day, can you believe, she was at the show | |
She said, hey man, you' re great and she took me home | |
She started to undress, what a shock to see | |
Padded bra, blonde wig, not much left for me | |
Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
Oh no, your body can' t keep |