Song | Mr. Superlove |
Artist | Ass Ponys |
Album | The Okra Years |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ass Ponys | |
The storm was blowing from the south | |
The blood was running from your mouth | |
I recall the music playing | |
Couldn't hear what you were saying | |
The cat was howling, yowling, wanting out | |
You may not believe me | |
Baby, when i tell you | |
That i am mr. superlove | |
The glass was shattered on the floor | |
A hundred pieces maybe more | |
I remember you were crying | |
Just before you sent it flying | |
The sirens sounding | |
The pounding on the door | |
You may not believe me | |
Baby, when i tell you | |
That i am mr. superlove | |
Your clothes were lying on the chair | |
Your face was hidden by your hair | |
And all that i could think of then | |
Was what it must have felt like when | |
You were flying naked | |
Headlong down the stairs | |
You may not believe me | |
Baby, when i tell you | |
That i am mr. superlove |
zuo qu : Ass Ponys | |
The storm was blowing from the south | |
The blood was running from your mouth | |
I recall the music playing | |
Couldn' t hear what you were saying | |
The cat was howling, yowling, wanting out | |
You may not believe me | |
Baby, when i tell you | |
That i am mr. superlove | |
The glass was shattered on the floor | |
A hundred pieces maybe more | |
I remember you were crying | |
Just before you sent it flying | |
The sirens sounding | |
The pounding on the door | |
You may not believe me | |
Baby, when i tell you | |
That i am mr. superlove | |
Your clothes were lying on the chair | |
Your face was hidden by your hair | |
And all that i could think of then | |
Was what it must have felt like when | |
You were flying naked | |
Headlong down the stairs | |
You may not believe me | |
Baby, when i tell you | |
That i am mr. superlove |
zuò qǔ : Ass Ponys | |
The storm was blowing from the south | |
The blood was running from your mouth | |
I recall the music playing | |
Couldn' t hear what you were saying | |
The cat was howling, yowling, wanting out | |
You may not believe me | |
Baby, when i tell you | |
That i am mr. superlove | |
The glass was shattered on the floor | |
A hundred pieces maybe more | |
I remember you were crying | |
Just before you sent it flying | |
The sirens sounding | |
The pounding on the door | |
You may not believe me | |
Baby, when i tell you | |
That i am mr. superlove | |
Your clothes were lying on the chair | |
Your face was hidden by your hair | |
And all that i could think of then | |
Was what it must have felt like when | |
You were flying naked | |
Headlong down the stairs | |
You may not believe me | |
Baby, when i tell you | |
That i am mr. superlove |