Song | Paris Green |
Artist | Babylon Zoo |
Album | The Boy With The X-Ray Eyes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mann | |
Everytime I breath I think of | |
Everytime I sleep I | |
Fashion dies with no respect | |
I never want to be like you | |
My poison colours never clash | |
With my shiny, shiny shoes | |
oh! | |
Who will buy my old chanels, | |
Who will buy my fake furs, | |
I can't live without my slacks. | |
On the catwalk it's a gas | |
oh! | |
Your bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
Don't make me sick, let me see you. | |
Paris green, paris green | |
Smile and say will you buy this, | |
It's a world exclusive. | |
To me the colours are the same | |
And it's driving me insane. | |
Oh! | |
Who will buy my old chanels, | |
Who will buy my fake furs, | |
I can't live without my slacks. | |
On the catwalk it's a gas. | |
Oh! | |
You're bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
Don't make me sick, let me see you | |
Paris green, Paris green, | |
Paris green, Paris green |
zuo qu : Mann | |
Everytime I breath I think of | |
Everytime I sleep I | |
Fashion dies with no respect | |
I never want to be like you | |
My poison colours never clash | |
With my shiny, shiny shoes | |
oh! | |
Who will buy my old chanels, | |
Who will buy my fake furs, | |
I can' t live without my slacks. | |
On the catwalk it' s a gas | |
oh! | |
Your bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
Don' t make me sick, let me see you. | |
Paris green, paris green | |
Smile and say will you buy this, | |
It' s a world exclusive. | |
To me the colours are the same | |
And it' s driving me insane. | |
Oh! | |
Who will buy my old chanels, | |
Who will buy my fake furs, | |
I can' t live without my slacks. | |
On the catwalk it' s a gas. | |
Oh! | |
You' re bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
Don' t make me sick, let me see you | |
Paris green, Paris green, | |
Paris green, Paris green |
zuò qǔ : Mann | |
Everytime I breath I think of | |
Everytime I sleep I | |
Fashion dies with no respect | |
I never want to be like you | |
My poison colours never clash | |
With my shiny, shiny shoes | |
oh! | |
Who will buy my old chanels, | |
Who will buy my fake furs, | |
I can' t live without my slacks. | |
On the catwalk it' s a gas | |
oh! | |
Your bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
Don' t make me sick, let me see you. | |
Paris green, paris green | |
Smile and say will you buy this, | |
It' s a world exclusive. | |
To me the colours are the same | |
And it' s driving me insane. | |
Oh! | |
Who will buy my old chanels, | |
Who will buy my fake furs, | |
I can' t live without my slacks. | |
On the catwalk it' s a gas. | |
Oh! | |
You' re bright colours they cloud my vision, | |
Designer shirts they call this fashion, | |
Insane robots parade in tandem. | |
Don' t make me sick, let me see you | |
Paris green, Paris green, | |
Paris green, Paris green |