Song | Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone |
Artist | Gomez |
Album | Bring It On |
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作词 : Ball, Blackburn, Gray ... | |
Love is better than a warm trombone, when blown, softly by a two tone, brother | |
Down on luck by chance, caress her head off at the boogaloo trance | |
With his hands in his pocket he could not lie | |
With his hands in his pocket he began to cry | |
With his hands in his pocket he lowered his eye | |
He said "Miss I guess I ought to apologise, I've been fallin, I'm falling down" | |
The river of your lovelorn souls is getting deeper than the deepest dish washing bowl | |
Now brother get the dirt off your hands, it's getting darker than a sun-chaser's the sun tan | |
With his hands in his pockethe could not lie | |
With his hands in his pockethe began to cry | |
With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes | |
He said "Miss, I guess I ought to apologise, I've been fallin, I'm falling down" | |
With his hands in his pockethe began to cry | |
With his hands in his pockethe could not lie | |
With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes | |
He said "Miss, I guess I ought to apologise, I've been fallin, I'm falling down" |
zuo ci : Ball, Blackburn, Gray ... | |
Love is better than a warm trombone, when blown, softly by a two tone, brother | |
Down on luck by chance, caress her head off at the boogaloo trance | |
With his hands in his pocket he could not lie | |
With his hands in his pocket he began to cry | |
With his hands in his pocket he lowered his eye | |
He said " Miss I guess I ought to apologise, I' ve been fallin, I' m falling down" | |
The river of your lovelorn souls is getting deeper than the deepest dish washing bowl | |
Now brother get the dirt off your hands, it' s getting darker than a sunchaser' s the sun tan | |
With his hands in his pockethe could not lie | |
With his hands in his pockethe began to cry | |
With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes | |
He said " Miss, I guess I ought to apologise, I' ve been fallin, I' m falling down" | |
With his hands in his pockethe began to cry | |
With his hands in his pockethe could not lie | |
With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes | |
He said " Miss, I guess I ought to apologise, I' ve been fallin, I' m falling down" |
zuò cí : Ball, Blackburn, Gray ... | |
Love is better than a warm trombone, when blown, softly by a two tone, brother | |
Down on luck by chance, caress her head off at the boogaloo trance | |
With his hands in his pocket he could not lie | |
With his hands in his pocket he began to cry | |
With his hands in his pocket he lowered his eye | |
He said " Miss I guess I ought to apologise, I' ve been fallin, I' m falling down" | |
The river of your lovelorn souls is getting deeper than the deepest dish washing bowl | |
Now brother get the dirt off your hands, it' s getting darker than a sunchaser' s the sun tan | |
With his hands in his pockethe could not lie | |
With his hands in his pockethe began to cry | |
With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes | |
He said " Miss, I guess I ought to apologise, I' ve been fallin, I' m falling down" | |
With his hands in his pockethe began to cry | |
With his hands in his pockethe could not lie | |
With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes | |
He said " Miss, I guess I ought to apologise, I' ve been fallin, I' m falling down" |