Song | Love & Me Make Three |
Artist | Violent Femmes |
Album | The Blind Leading The Naked |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DeLorenzo, Ritchie | |
Where were you | |
When Judas needed a band | |
Sitting in the backseat | |
With another woman in your hand | |
Don't look this way | |
With your changing point of view | |
Just sit on a fence | |
And pretend to be you | |
Christ is crying | |
Outside your church door | |
Don't let him in | |
He'll get mud on your floor | |
Just put on your apron | |
And count up all the money | |
Don't you smell the burning | |
And you just think it's funny | |
You love yourself | |
You love yourself | |
Have we become what we wanted? | |
You go ahead, I'll love myself more | |
You're a man | |
Who works for the Lord | |
Polishing the statues | |
When their faces look worn | |
The best of times | |
And the worst of men | |
Don't seem to affect you | |
You're asleep again | |
You love yourself | |
You love yourself | |
Have we become what we wanted? | |
You go ahead, I'll love myself more |
zuo ci : DeLorenzo, Ritchie | |
Where were you | |
When Judas needed a band | |
Sitting in the backseat | |
With another woman in your hand | |
Don' t look this way | |
With your changing point of view | |
Just sit on a fence | |
And pretend to be you | |
Christ is crying | |
Outside your church door | |
Don' t let him in | |
He' ll get mud on your floor | |
Just put on your apron | |
And count up all the money | |
Don' t you smell the burning | |
And you just think it' s funny | |
You love yourself | |
You love yourself | |
Have we become what we wanted? | |
You go ahead, I' ll love myself more | |
You' re a man | |
Who works for the Lord | |
Polishing the statues | |
When their faces look worn | |
The best of times | |
And the worst of men | |
Don' t seem to affect you | |
You' re asleep again | |
You love yourself | |
You love yourself | |
Have we become what we wanted? | |
You go ahead, I' ll love myself more |
zuò cí : DeLorenzo, Ritchie | |
Where were you | |
When Judas needed a band | |
Sitting in the backseat | |
With another woman in your hand | |
Don' t look this way | |
With your changing point of view | |
Just sit on a fence | |
And pretend to be you | |
Christ is crying | |
Outside your church door | |
Don' t let him in | |
He' ll get mud on your floor | |
Just put on your apron | |
And count up all the money | |
Don' t you smell the burning | |
And you just think it' s funny | |
You love yourself | |
You love yourself | |
Have we become what we wanted? | |
You go ahead, I' ll love myself more | |
You' re a man | |
Who works for the Lord | |
Polishing the statues | |
When their faces look worn | |
The best of times | |
And the worst of men | |
Don' t seem to affect you | |
You' re asleep again | |
You love yourself | |
You love yourself | |
Have we become what we wanted? | |
You go ahead, I' ll love myself more |