Song | All You Ever Think About Is Sex |
Artist | Sparks |
Album | In Outer Space |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mael, Mael | |
Think about the places we've had our little fun | |
In the church at | |
Christmas, busted by that nun | |
Then in that museum, beneath the | |
Mastodon Stating our positions on the | |
White House lawn [Chorus:] | |
All you ever think about is sex | |
All you ever think about exclusively | |
All you ever think about is sex, all right with me | |
Say, do you remember the | |
Dodgers and the | |
Mets 50,000 people saw us and turned red | |
I'm still not recovered from | |
Saturday's faux pas | |
When your father came home, saw us, and dropped dead [Chorus] | |
In a world of lovers, we don't love each other much | |
Fact is, we're too busy to love each other much [Chorus] |
zuo ci : Mael, Mael | |
Think about the places we' ve had our little fun | |
In the church at | |
Christmas, busted by that nun | |
Then in that museum, beneath the | |
Mastodon Stating our positions on the | |
White House lawn Chorus: | |
All you ever think about is sex | |
All you ever think about exclusively | |
All you ever think about is sex, all right with me | |
Say, do you remember the | |
Dodgers and the | |
Mets 50, 000 people saw us and turned red | |
I' m still not recovered from | |
Saturday' s faux pas | |
When your father came home, saw us, and dropped dead Chorus | |
In a world of lovers, we don' t love each other much | |
Fact is, we' re too busy to love each other much Chorus |
zuò cí : Mael, Mael | |
Think about the places we' ve had our little fun | |
In the church at | |
Christmas, busted by that nun | |
Then in that museum, beneath the | |
Mastodon Stating our positions on the | |
White House lawn Chorus: | |
All you ever think about is sex | |
All you ever think about exclusively | |
All you ever think about is sex, all right with me | |
Say, do you remember the | |
Dodgers and the | |
Mets 50, 000 people saw us and turned red | |
I' m still not recovered from | |
Saturday' s faux pas | |
When your father came home, saw us, and dropped dead Chorus | |
In a world of lovers, we don' t love each other much | |
Fact is, we' re too busy to love each other much Chorus |