Song | She Likes Big Words |
Artist | Deadsy |
Album | Commencement |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Blue, Hawkey, Puro | |
Well she comes from the land | |
Of Valencian winds | |
Deciduous daydream | |
Dressage 'round the bend | |
See sometimes just maybe | |
The mistress of when | |
A triptych of new touch | |
From heaven to men | |
She likes nice cars | |
Invisible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her mutual friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes big words | |
And playing pretend | |
Come now dear boys | |
How, where to begin? | |
She's Ursula, major | |
Of the prison within | |
She's always in parties | |
She's struggling to win | |
Your sashes of newro | |
From psychic to sin | |
Let down your void | |
Your need to defend | |
So pseudo-mendacious | |
She's cruel in bed | |
You'd think she was precious | |
Something like you said' | |
Cause she's got the secret | |
In which fate depends | |
She likes nice cars | |
Impossible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her beautiful friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes big words | |
Although we'll never comprehend | |
She likes nice cars | |
Invisible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her mutual friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes big words | |
And playing pretend | |
She likes nice cars | |
Impossible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her beautiful friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes the ones | |
Although we'll never comprehend | |
She likes nice cars | |
Invisible trends | |
She lights all the candles | |
They burn at both ends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes the ones | |
That you'll never understand | |
She likes big words | |
She likes big words | |
She likes big words... |
zuo ci : Blue, Hawkey, Puro | |
Well she comes from the land | |
Of Valencian winds | |
Deciduous daydream | |
Dressage ' round the bend | |
See sometimes just maybe | |
The mistress of when | |
A triptych of new touch | |
From heaven to men | |
She likes nice cars | |
Invisible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her mutual friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes big words | |
And playing pretend | |
Come now dear boys | |
How, where to begin? | |
She' s Ursula, major | |
Of the prison within | |
She' s always in parties | |
She' s struggling to win | |
Your sashes of newro | |
From psychic to sin | |
Let down your void | |
Your need to defend | |
So pseudomendacious | |
She' s cruel in bed | |
You' d think she was precious | |
Something like you said' | |
Cause she' s got the secret | |
In which fate depends | |
She likes nice cars | |
Impossible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her beautiful friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes big words | |
Although we' ll never comprehend | |
She likes nice cars | |
Invisible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her mutual friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes big words | |
And playing pretend | |
She likes nice cars | |
Impossible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her beautiful friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes the ones | |
Although we' ll never comprehend | |
She likes nice cars | |
Invisible trends | |
She lights all the candles | |
They burn at both ends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes the ones | |
That you' ll never understand | |
She likes big words | |
She likes big words | |
She likes big words... |
zuò cí : Blue, Hawkey, Puro | |
Well she comes from the land | |
Of Valencian winds | |
Deciduous daydream | |
Dressage ' round the bend | |
See sometimes just maybe | |
The mistress of when | |
A triptych of new touch | |
From heaven to men | |
She likes nice cars | |
Invisible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her mutual friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes big words | |
And playing pretend | |
Come now dear boys | |
How, where to begin? | |
She' s Ursula, major | |
Of the prison within | |
She' s always in parties | |
She' s struggling to win | |
Your sashes of newro | |
From psychic to sin | |
Let down your void | |
Your need to defend | |
So pseudomendacious | |
She' s cruel in bed | |
You' d think she was precious | |
Something like you said' | |
Cause she' s got the secret | |
In which fate depends | |
She likes nice cars | |
Impossible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her beautiful friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes big words | |
Although we' ll never comprehend | |
She likes nice cars | |
Invisible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her mutual friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes big words | |
And playing pretend | |
She likes nice cars | |
Impossible trends | |
She bites the heads off | |
Her beautiful friends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes the ones | |
Although we' ll never comprehend | |
She likes nice cars | |
Invisible trends | |
She lights all the candles | |
They burn at both ends | |
We dine at the table | |
She sits at the end | |
She likes the ones | |
That you' ll never understand | |
She likes big words | |
She likes big words | |
She likes big words... |