| 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 |