Song | Limp |
Artist | Fiona Apple |
Album | When The Pawn... |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fiona Apple | |
You wanna make me sick; | |
You wanna lick my wounds | |
Don't you, baby? | |
You want the badge of honour when you save my hide | |
But you're the one in the way | |
Of the day of doom, baby | |
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride | |
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
I never did anything to you, man | |
But no matter what I try | |
You'll beat me with your bitter lies | |
So call me crazy, hold me down | |
Make me cry; get off now, baby- | |
It won't be long till you'll be | |
Lying limp in your own hand | |
You feed the beast I have within me | |
You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run | |
Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning | |
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun | |
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
I never did anything to you, man | |
But no matter what I try | |
You'll beat me with your bitter lies | |
So call me crazy, hold me down | |
Make me cry; get off now, baby- | |
It won't be long till you'll be | |
Lying limp in your own hand |
zuo ci : Fiona Apple | |
You wanna make me sick | |
You wanna lick my wounds | |
Don' t you, baby? | |
You want the badge of honour when you save my hide | |
But you' re the one in the way | |
Of the day of doom, baby | |
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride | |
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
I never did anything to you, man | |
But no matter what I try | |
You' ll beat me with your bitter lies | |
So call me crazy, hold me down | |
Make me cry get off now, baby | |
It won' t be long till you' ll be | |
Lying limp in your own hand | |
You feed the beast I have within me | |
You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run | |
Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning | |
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun | |
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
I never did anything to you, man | |
But no matter what I try | |
You' ll beat me with your bitter lies | |
So call me crazy, hold me down | |
Make me cry get off now, baby | |
It won' t be long till you' ll be | |
Lying limp in your own hand |
zuò cí : Fiona Apple | |
You wanna make me sick | |
You wanna lick my wounds | |
Don' t you, baby? | |
You want the badge of honour when you save my hide | |
But you' re the one in the way | |
Of the day of doom, baby | |
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride | |
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
I never did anything to you, man | |
But no matter what I try | |
You' ll beat me with your bitter lies | |
So call me crazy, hold me down | |
Make me cry get off now, baby | |
It won' t be long till you' ll be | |
Lying limp in your own hand | |
You feed the beast I have within me | |
You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run | |
Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning | |
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun | |
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists | |
I never did anything to you, man | |
But no matter what I try | |
You' ll beat me with your bitter lies | |
So call me crazy, hold me down | |
Make me cry get off now, baby | |
It won' t be long till you' ll be | |
Lying limp in your own hand |