Song | Boys Own |
Artist | Alison Moyet |
Album | Essex |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Glenister, Moyet | |
How are you, can I look a little closer | |
Well let me introduce you to | |
Say how d'you do believer | |
So tell me is he young enough | |
Or could it be hung up enough | |
And does he help to keep it up when he's handing | |
It out to please you | |
Do you ever think the night away | |
How about the day ain't it getting long | |
These eggshell hearts you're tripping on | |
Oh when you've got money you can build a bomb | |
Oh it's beautiful, touching up your lonely nights | |
Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on | |
Tired of every single one | |
Oh you're filth, you're filth, you're filthy | |
And someone' gonna hose you down | |
You're gonna be sorry for the way you whore a life around | |
Now tell me he is young enough | |
Or could it be hung up enough | |
Or maybe just hung up enough to keep it up when you're flagging | |
Do you ever soak the night away | |
How about the day ain't it getting long | |
These eggshell hearts you're tripping on |
zuo ci : Glenister, Moyet | |
How are you, can I look a little closer | |
Well let me introduce you to | |
Say how d' you do believer | |
So tell me is he young enough | |
Or could it be hung up enough | |
And does he help to keep it up when he' s handing | |
It out to please you | |
Do you ever think the night away | |
How about the day ain' t it getting long | |
These eggshell hearts you' re tripping on | |
Oh when you' ve got money you can build a bomb | |
Oh it' s beautiful, touching up your lonely nights | |
Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on | |
Tired of every single one | |
Oh you' re filth, you' re filth, you' re filthy | |
And someone' gonna hose you down | |
You' re gonna be sorry for the way you whore a life around | |
Now tell me he is young enough | |
Or could it be hung up enough | |
Or maybe just hung up enough to keep it up when you' re flagging | |
Do you ever soak the night away | |
How about the day ain' t it getting long | |
These eggshell hearts you' re tripping on |
zuò cí : Glenister, Moyet | |
How are you, can I look a little closer | |
Well let me introduce you to | |
Say how d' you do believer | |
So tell me is he young enough | |
Or could it be hung up enough | |
And does he help to keep it up when he' s handing | |
It out to please you | |
Do you ever think the night away | |
How about the day ain' t it getting long | |
These eggshell hearts you' re tripping on | |
Oh when you' ve got money you can build a bomb | |
Oh it' s beautiful, touching up your lonely nights | |
Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on | |
Tired of every single one | |
Oh you' re filth, you' re filth, you' re filthy | |
And someone' gonna hose you down | |
You' re gonna be sorry for the way you whore a life around | |
Now tell me he is young enough | |
Or could it be hung up enough | |
Or maybe just hung up enough to keep it up when you' re flagging | |
Do you ever soak the night away | |
How about the day ain' t it getting long | |
These eggshell hearts you' re tripping on |