Song | Dish It Up |
Artist | Budgie |
Album | Impeckable |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bourge, Shelley | |
You give me loving | |
But you dish it up like soup in a ladle | |
You speak of loving | |
But you're talking like a kid in a cradle | |
The word is out, | |
In fact, you're someone who can see me | |
Oh, what is wrong with you? | |
Might feel the same but that ain't good news | |
You lose, you lose, you lose | |
You got me going | |
And I'm working like a dog on a chain gang | |
The way you dish it up | |
You make me feel a whole lot of pain babe | |
That anyway, try to say | |
Words just seem to thank you | |
Oh, what is wrong with you? | |
I might feel the same but that ain't good news | |
In those things you say | |
You seem to want to play like a voodoo | |
You could be clever | |
They would say you fit the part, I say you do | |
You cook me plain mistakes | |
Dish you up and serve you on the TV. | |
Not me, but shall I state it, overate it | |
Your time and place is big see, see, see, see | |
Oh, what is wrong with you? | |
I might feel the same but that ain't good news |
zuo ci : Bourge, Shelley | |
You give me loving | |
But you dish it up like soup in a ladle | |
You speak of loving | |
But you' re talking like a kid in a cradle | |
The word is out, | |
In fact, you' re someone who can see me | |
Oh, what is wrong with you? | |
Might feel the same but that ain' t good news | |
You lose, you lose, you lose | |
You got me going | |
And I' m working like a dog on a chain gang | |
The way you dish it up | |
You make me feel a whole lot of pain babe | |
That anyway, try to say | |
Words just seem to thank you | |
Oh, what is wrong with you? | |
I might feel the same but that ain' t good news | |
In those things you say | |
You seem to want to play like a voodoo | |
You could be clever | |
They would say you fit the part, I say you do | |
You cook me plain mistakes | |
Dish you up and serve you on the TV. | |
Not me, but shall I state it, overate it | |
Your time and place is big see, see, see, see | |
Oh, what is wrong with you? | |
I might feel the same but that ain' t good news |
zuò cí : Bourge, Shelley | |
You give me loving | |
But you dish it up like soup in a ladle | |
You speak of loving | |
But you' re talking like a kid in a cradle | |
The word is out, | |
In fact, you' re someone who can see me | |
Oh, what is wrong with you? | |
Might feel the same but that ain' t good news | |
You lose, you lose, you lose | |
You got me going | |
And I' m working like a dog on a chain gang | |
The way you dish it up | |
You make me feel a whole lot of pain babe | |
That anyway, try to say | |
Words just seem to thank you | |
Oh, what is wrong with you? | |
I might feel the same but that ain' t good news | |
In those things you say | |
You seem to want to play like a voodoo | |
You could be clever | |
They would say you fit the part, I say you do | |
You cook me plain mistakes | |
Dish you up and serve you on the TV. | |
Not me, but shall I state it, overate it | |
Your time and place is big see, see, see, see | |
Oh, what is wrong with you? | |
I might feel the same but that ain' t good news |