Song | Dry Clothes - normal |
Artist | Annuals |
Album | Be He Me |
作曲 : Baker | |
Here's a knapsack rally for the stranger who told | |
of a spider, and a purple toad | |
The things I heard were wretched and slurred. | |
Oh my ears would be cut off at mention, | |
But you don't have to cut it off. | |
Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
So mother bug don't you bite your tongue | |
because there's nothing else to do for your son. | |
He rose the dead. He's been sharing his bed | |
with the only one he never loved. | |
So why should you cry for the licence plate of a colder state? | |
Should you talk of the son on the run, | |
your tongue will be ripped out by ducklings. | |
Oh, you don't have to cut it off. | |
Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
I only feel like living when I fell like I'm dying. | |
Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
Well Missy, sure you can look through my drawers. | |
I've got nothing to hide. | |
So, crying soul don't you tally the toll | |
because where's the love in counting? | |
Dry clothes | |
Dry clothes | |
Dry clothes | |
Dry clothes |
zuò qǔ : Baker | |
Here' s a knapsack rally for the stranger who told | |
of a spider, and a purple toad | |
The things I heard were wretched and slurred. | |
Oh my ears would be cut off at mention, | |
But you don' t have to cut it off. | |
Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
So mother bug don' t you bite your tongue | |
because there' s nothing else to do for your son. | |
He rose the dead. He' s been sharing his bed | |
with the only one he never loved. | |
So why should you cry for the licence plate of a colder state? | |
Should you talk of the son on the run, | |
your tongue will be ripped out by ducklings. | |
Oh, you don' t have to cut it off. | |
Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
I only feel like living when I fell like I' m dying. | |
Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
Well Missy, sure you can look through my drawers. | |
I' ve got nothing to hide. | |
So, crying soul don' t you tally the toll | |
because where' s the love in counting? | |
Dry clothes | |
Dry clothes | |
Dry clothes | |
Dry clothes |