| Song | Scotch On Ice |
| Artist | Golden Smog |
| Album | Blood On The Slacks |
| 作词 : Johnson, Louris, Murphy ... | |
| She down on my socks | |
| Getting ice for my scotch | |
| Never bending my ear | |
| Just chilling my beers | |
| She don't say much | |
| She's cold to the touch | |
| Sometimes it's rough | |
| With her handcuffs and stuff | |
| She likes what I got | |
| She takes what I give her | |
| She feels so real | |
| Just don't look into her eyes | |
| If I come home late | |
| The love is still great | |
| Doesn't follow the trends | |
| [Incomprehensible], how she bends | |
| She likes it on top | |
| Little cream, a lil' crop | |
| And it's getting better | |
| She likes what I got | |
| Takes what I give her | |
| She feels so real | |
| Just don't look into her eyes | |
| Oh, you give me so much pleasure | |
| Oh, I wish you were alive | |
| Oh, it gives me so much pleasure | |
| Oh, it makes me feel alive | |
| She likes what I got | |
| Takes what I give her | |
| She feels so real | |
| Just don't look into her eyes | |
| Oh, you give me so much pleasure | |
| Oh, I wish you were alive | |
| Oh, it gives me so much pleasure | |
| Oh, it makes me feel alive | |
| She comes in a box | |
| My own private fox | |
| She's pretty in pink | |
| She cleans in the sink | |
| She don't say much | |
| She's cold to the touch | |
| Doesn't complain | |
| Travel to Spain | |
| She likes it rough | |
| With her handcuffs and stuff | |
| She comes up tough | |
| There's a cream on the crop | |
| She's passing my socks | |
| Getting ice for my scotch | |
| Never bending my ear | |
| Just chilling my beers |
| zuò cí : Johnson, Louris, Murphy ... | |
| She down on my socks | |
| Getting ice for my scotch | |
| Never bending my ear | |
| Just chilling my beers | |
| She don' t say much | |
| She' s cold to the touch | |
| Sometimes it' s rough | |
| With her handcuffs and stuff | |
| She likes what I got | |
| She takes what I give her | |
| She feels so real | |
| Just don' t look into her eyes | |
| If I come home late | |
| The love is still great | |
| Doesn' t follow the trends | |
| Incomprehensible, how she bends | |
| She likes it on top | |
| Little cream, a lil' crop | |
| And it' s getting better | |
| She likes what I got | |
| Takes what I give her | |
| She feels so real | |
| Just don' t look into her eyes | |
| Oh, you give me so much pleasure | |
| Oh, I wish you were alive | |
| Oh, it gives me so much pleasure | |
| Oh, it makes me feel alive | |
| She likes what I got | |
| Takes what I give her | |
| She feels so real | |
| Just don' t look into her eyes | |
| Oh, you give me so much pleasure | |
| Oh, I wish you were alive | |
| Oh, it gives me so much pleasure | |
| Oh, it makes me feel alive | |
| She comes in a box | |
| My own private fox | |
| She' s pretty in pink | |
| She cleans in the sink | |
| She don' t say much | |
| She' s cold to the touch | |
| Doesn' t complain | |
| Travel to Spain | |
| She likes it rough | |
| With her handcuffs and stuff | |
| She comes up tough | |
| There' s a cream on the crop | |
| She' s passing my socks | |
| Getting ice for my scotch | |
| Never bending my ear | |
| Just chilling my beers |