Song | Motel Matches |
Artist | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
Album | Get Happy |
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作曲 : Costello | |
Somewhere in the distance I can hear "Who Shot Sam?" | |
This is my conviction, that I am an innocent man | |
Though you say I'm unkind | |
I'm being as nice as I can | |
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches | |
I struck lucky with motel matches | |
Falling for you without a second look | |
Falling out of your open pocketbook | |
Giving you away like motel matches | |
I wake with the siren in an emergency | |
Though your mind is full of love | |
In your eyes there is a vacancy | |
And you know what I'll do | |
When the light outside changes from red to blue | |
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches | |
I struck lucky with motel matches | |
Falling for you without a second look | |
Falling out of your open pocketbook | |
Giving you away like motel matches |
zuo qu : Costello | |
Somewhere in the distance I can hear " Who Shot Sam?" | |
This is my conviction, that I am an innocent man | |
Though you say I' m unkind | |
I' m being as nice as I can | |
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches | |
I struck lucky with motel matches | |
Falling for you without a second look | |
Falling out of your open pocketbook | |
Giving you away like motel matches | |
I wake with the siren in an emergency | |
Though your mind is full of love | |
In your eyes there is a vacancy | |
And you know what I' ll do | |
When the light outside changes from red to blue | |
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches | |
I struck lucky with motel matches | |
Falling for you without a second look | |
Falling out of your open pocketbook | |
Giving you away like motel matches |
zuò qǔ : Costello | |
Somewhere in the distance I can hear " Who Shot Sam?" | |
This is my conviction, that I am an innocent man | |
Though you say I' m unkind | |
I' m being as nice as I can | |
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches | |
I struck lucky with motel matches | |
Falling for you without a second look | |
Falling out of your open pocketbook | |
Giving you away like motel matches | |
I wake with the siren in an emergency | |
Though your mind is full of love | |
In your eyes there is a vacancy | |
And you know what I' ll do | |
When the light outside changes from red to blue | |
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches | |
I struck lucky with motel matches | |
Falling for you without a second look | |
Falling out of your open pocketbook | |
Giving you away like motel matches |