| 作词 : Lowery | |
| Fluffy Lucy she's not fluffy | |
| Everybody says, she's got it easy | |
| But she's dark, straight to her soul | |
| She's got the kind of trouble | |
| That it's hard to tell another | |
| Because they think that you're jaded, or you're spoiled | |
| Well dirty Daisy she's not crazy | |
| Everybody called her a loon | |
| But she's just another sweet dark fruit | |
| She's got the kind of trouble | |
| That it's hard to tell another | |
| Cause they think that you're jaded or you're spoiled | |
| So lay down your head | |
| Lay down your heart | |
| Come lay down, in my bed | |
| And I won't tell a soul | |
| So wake in the morning | |
| You kick me in the ass | |
| You say you're glad to see me | |
| But this time I don't need it, I'm right on the mark | |
| Yeah I declared my prerogative | |
| To alternate between what is heavy and what is light | |
| Now feel the weight, the weight of the world | |
| So gonna lay down my head | |
| Lay down my heart | |
| I wanna lay down in your bed | |
| And I won't tell a soul | |
| And I won't tell a soul | |
| I won't tell a soul |
| zuo ci : Lowery | |
| Fluffy Lucy she' s not fluffy | |
| Everybody says, she' s got it easy | |
| But she' s dark, straight to her soul | |
| She' s got the kind of trouble | |
| That it' s hard to tell another | |
| Because they think that you' re jaded, or you' re spoiled | |
| Well dirty Daisy she' s not crazy | |
| Everybody called her a loon | |
| But she' s just another sweet dark fruit | |
| She' s got the kind of trouble | |
| That it' s hard to tell another | |
| Cause they think that you' re jaded or you' re spoiled | |
| So lay down your head | |
| Lay down your heart | |
| Come lay down, in my bed | |
| And I won' t tell a soul | |
| So wake in the morning | |
| You kick me in the ass | |
| You say you' re glad to see me | |
| But this time I don' t need it, I' m right on the mark | |
| Yeah I declared my prerogative | |
| To alternate between what is heavy and what is light | |
| Now feel the weight, the weight of the world | |
| So gonna lay down my head | |
| Lay down my heart | |
| I wanna lay down in your bed | |
| And I won' t tell a soul | |
| And I won' t tell a soul | |
| I won' t tell a soul |
| zuò cí : Lowery | |
| Fluffy Lucy she' s not fluffy | |
| Everybody says, she' s got it easy | |
| But she' s dark, straight to her soul | |
| She' s got the kind of trouble | |
| That it' s hard to tell another | |
| Because they think that you' re jaded, or you' re spoiled | |
| Well dirty Daisy she' s not crazy | |
| Everybody called her a loon | |
| But she' s just another sweet dark fruit | |
| She' s got the kind of trouble | |
| That it' s hard to tell another | |
| Cause they think that you' re jaded or you' re spoiled | |
| So lay down your head | |
| Lay down your heart | |
| Come lay down, in my bed | |
| And I won' t tell a soul | |
| So wake in the morning | |
| You kick me in the ass | |
| You say you' re glad to see me | |
| But this time I don' t need it, I' m right on the mark | |
| Yeah I declared my prerogative | |
| To alternate between what is heavy and what is light | |
| Now feel the weight, the weight of the world | |
| So gonna lay down my head | |
| Lay down my heart | |
| I wanna lay down in your bed | |
| And I won' t tell a soul | |
| And I won' t tell a soul | |
| I won' t tell a soul |