Song | Rolling in the Sand |
Artist | Papas Fritas |
Album | Helioself |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Papas Fritas | |
We're not saying we don't need your love | |
But that ain't saying much | |
There's something about playing on the beach at night | |
That makes you feel out of touch (That ain't saying much) | |
Night was falling, the owner was calling | |
How 'bout a hand (bring out the band) | |
The crowd was ready they all wanted to dance | |
Song was started in the key of G to get into their glands | |
One boy said unto another's date, "Do you wanna dance?" | |
(I sure like your tan) | |
Fists start flying, the chords are just dying | |
Before they hit the air | |
Blood was flowing, getting into my hair | |
There were star-crossed lovers | |
Sisters and brothers | |
Rolling in the sand | |
We kept playing | |
We're just in the band |
zuo ci : Papas Fritas | |
We' re not saying we don' t need your love | |
But that ain' t saying much | |
There' s something about playing on the beach at night | |
That makes you feel out of touch That ain' t saying much | |
Night was falling, the owner was calling | |
How ' bout a hand bring out the band | |
The crowd was ready they all wanted to dance | |
Song was started in the key of G to get into their glands | |
One boy said unto another' s date, " Do you wanna dance?" | |
I sure like your tan | |
Fists start flying, the chords are just dying | |
Before they hit the air | |
Blood was flowing, getting into my hair | |
There were starcrossed lovers | |
Sisters and brothers | |
Rolling in the sand | |
We kept playing | |
We' re just in the band |
zuò cí : Papas Fritas | |
We' re not saying we don' t need your love | |
But that ain' t saying much | |
There' s something about playing on the beach at night | |
That makes you feel out of touch That ain' t saying much | |
Night was falling, the owner was calling | |
How ' bout a hand bring out the band | |
The crowd was ready they all wanted to dance | |
Song was started in the key of G to get into their glands | |
One boy said unto another' s date, " Do you wanna dance?" | |
I sure like your tan | |
Fists start flying, the chords are just dying | |
Before they hit the air | |
Blood was flowing, getting into my hair | |
There were starcrossed lovers | |
Sisters and brothers | |
Rolling in the sand | |
We kept playing | |
We' re just in the band |