Song | The Man You're Not |
Artist | Dagoba |
Album | What Hell is about |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dagoba, Shawter | |
Too cool and too sexy, | |
Like the purest dime you shine | |
The way you dance around me | |
Nasty, just like a snake... | |
I cannot hear the words you're telling me | |
I cannot even tell where the hell you came from | |
There is something in you that is holding me | |
Seductive sound of frying skin | |
Your face is now the one I want to see | |
And I drink your speech while you're serving me | |
Not! The man you're not! | |
Not! The man you're not! | |
The man you're not | |
Red like the other colors turn to the darkest one | |
Schizophrenic trip in a ravenous field of fire | |
There is something in you that is holding me | |
Seductive sound of frying skin | |
Your face is now the one I want to see | |
And I drink your speech while you're serving me | |
Not! The man you're not! | |
Not! The man you're not! | |
The man you're not | |
You try to keep me in a passive mood | |
And the ladies' kisses turn to bloody bites | |
There is something in you that is holding me | |
Seductive sound of frying skin | |
Your face is now the one I want to see | |
And I drink your speech while you're serving me | |
Not! The man you're not! | |
Not! The man you're not! | |
The man you're not |
zuo qu : Dagoba, Shawter | |
Too cool and too sexy, | |
Like the purest dime you shine | |
The way you dance around me | |
Nasty, just like a snake... | |
I cannot hear the words you' re telling me | |
I cannot even tell where the hell you came from | |
There is something in you that is holding me | |
Seductive sound of frying skin | |
Your face is now the one I want to see | |
And I drink your speech while you' re serving me | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
The man you' re not | |
Red like the other colors turn to the darkest one | |
Schizophrenic trip in a ravenous field of fire | |
There is something in you that is holding me | |
Seductive sound of frying skin | |
Your face is now the one I want to see | |
And I drink your speech while you' re serving me | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
The man you' re not | |
You try to keep me in a passive mood | |
And the ladies' kisses turn to bloody bites | |
There is something in you that is holding me | |
Seductive sound of frying skin | |
Your face is now the one I want to see | |
And I drink your speech while you' re serving me | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
The man you' re not |
zuò qǔ : Dagoba, Shawter | |
Too cool and too sexy, | |
Like the purest dime you shine | |
The way you dance around me | |
Nasty, just like a snake... | |
I cannot hear the words you' re telling me | |
I cannot even tell where the hell you came from | |
There is something in you that is holding me | |
Seductive sound of frying skin | |
Your face is now the one I want to see | |
And I drink your speech while you' re serving me | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
The man you' re not | |
Red like the other colors turn to the darkest one | |
Schizophrenic trip in a ravenous field of fire | |
There is something in you that is holding me | |
Seductive sound of frying skin | |
Your face is now the one I want to see | |
And I drink your speech while you' re serving me | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
The man you' re not | |
You try to keep me in a passive mood | |
And the ladies' kisses turn to bloody bites | |
There is something in you that is holding me | |
Seductive sound of frying skin | |
Your face is now the one I want to see | |
And I drink your speech while you' re serving me | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
Not! The man you' re not! | |
The man you' re not |