Song | Motorcycle girl |
Artist | Eric Burdon |
Album | My secret life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Eric Burdon/Marcelo Nova | |
I see the light in your eyes | |
It's getting dimmer everyday | |
I feel the bitter cut of your tongue, so lacking in it' grace | |
And the sadness on your tattooed face | |
It seems to me my dear | |
When we are face to face | |
The truth is a rare prey | |
No matter how many tears | |
Are locked up inside you like pounding fear | |
And contrary to desire, like the reverse of me and you | |
Time never comes back | |
And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue | |
Da da da dat dat da dat da da dat da da | |
Turn off the waterworks baby, | |
They don't move me no more | |
You've got my boots but I'm already | |
Standing out side your door | |
And there's nothing left that we can repair anymore | |
It's good that I remembered, before you forget | |
I give you my heart, but you wanted my head | |
And there's nothing, nothing we don't deserve | |
And contrary to desire, like the reverse of me and you | |
Time never comes back | |
And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue | |
Da da da dat dat da dat da da dat da da | |
Turn off the waterworks baby, | |
They don't move me no more | |
You've got my boots but I'm already | |
Standing out side your door | |
And there's nothing left that we can repair anymore | |
Now there's a knucklehead, I had it painted red | |
Standing alone in the yard | |
We won't be riding together no more girl | |
Believe me, I take it hard | |
I take it hard, I take it hard, I take it hard | |
And contrary to desire, | |
Like the reverse of me and you | |
Time never comes back | |
And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue | |
Da da da dat dat da dat da da dat da da | |
Turn off the waterworks baby, | |
They don't move me no more | |
You've got my boots but I'm already | |
Standing out side your door | |
And there's nothing left that we can repair anymore |
zuo qu : Eric Burdon Marcelo Nova | |
I see the light in your eyes | |
It' s getting dimmer everyday | |
I feel the bitter cut of your tongue, so lacking in it' grace | |
And the sadness on your tattooed face | |
It seems to me my dear | |
When we are face to face | |
The truth is a rare prey | |
No matter how many tears | |
Are locked up inside you like pounding fear | |
And contrary to desire, like the reverse of me and you | |
Time never comes back | |
And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue | |
Da da da dat dat da dat da da dat da da | |
Turn off the waterworks baby, | |
They don' t move me no more | |
You' ve got my boots but I' m already | |
Standing out side your door | |
And there' s nothing left that we can repair anymore | |
It' s good that I remembered, before you forget | |
I give you my heart, but you wanted my head | |
And there' s nothing, nothing we don' t deserve | |
And contrary to desire, like the reverse of me and you | |
Time never comes back | |
And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue | |
Da da da dat dat da dat da da dat da da | |
Turn off the waterworks baby, | |
They don' t move me no more | |
You' ve got my boots but I' m already | |
Standing out side your door | |
And there' s nothing left that we can repair anymore | |
Now there' s a knucklehead, I had it painted red | |
Standing alone in the yard | |
We won' t be riding together no more girl | |
Believe me, I take it hard | |
I take it hard, I take it hard, I take it hard | |
And contrary to desire, | |
Like the reverse of me and you | |
Time never comes back | |
And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue | |
Da da da dat dat da dat da da dat da da | |
Turn off the waterworks baby, | |
They don' t move me no more | |
You' ve got my boots but I' m already | |
Standing out side your door | |
And there' s nothing left that we can repair anymore |
zuò qǔ : Eric Burdon Marcelo Nova | |
I see the light in your eyes | |
It' s getting dimmer everyday | |
I feel the bitter cut of your tongue, so lacking in it' grace | |
And the sadness on your tattooed face | |
It seems to me my dear | |
When we are face to face | |
The truth is a rare prey | |
No matter how many tears | |
Are locked up inside you like pounding fear | |
And contrary to desire, like the reverse of me and you | |
Time never comes back | |
And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue | |
Da da da dat dat da dat da da dat da da | |
Turn off the waterworks baby, | |
They don' t move me no more | |
You' ve got my boots but I' m already | |
Standing out side your door | |
And there' s nothing left that we can repair anymore | |
It' s good that I remembered, before you forget | |
I give you my heart, but you wanted my head | |
And there' s nothing, nothing we don' t deserve | |
And contrary to desire, like the reverse of me and you | |
Time never comes back | |
And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue | |
Da da da dat dat da dat da da dat da da | |
Turn off the waterworks baby, | |
They don' t move me no more | |
You' ve got my boots but I' m already | |
Standing out side your door | |
And there' s nothing left that we can repair anymore | |
Now there' s a knucklehead, I had it painted red | |
Standing alone in the yard | |
We won' t be riding together no more girl | |
Believe me, I take it hard | |
I take it hard, I take it hard, I take it hard | |
And contrary to desire, | |
Like the reverse of me and you | |
Time never comes back | |
And leaves us nothing, nothing left to pursue | |
Da da da dat dat da dat da da dat da da | |
Turn off the waterworks baby, | |
They don' t move me no more | |
You' ve got my boots but I' m already | |
Standing out side your door | |
And there' s nothing left that we can repair anymore |