| 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 |