Song | Vigil For A Fuddy Duddy |
Artist | Wild Beasts |
Album | Limbo, Panto |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Wild Beasts | |
Room a catacomb, this ghoul a balloon, with the breath | |
From beneath your breast, yes that is best. | |
Hug it to me, and the rubber raspberries | |
With wantingly wet mouth I suck..remind me of your gentle fuck. | |
Men to be men, must love and pity | |
So deeply and secretly | |
Flaccid, I asked for this | |
Below spit rich belly pit moan and blush with hot hormone | |
Wash it from me, this stuff sad and sticky | |
Blub into the soapsuds, trim my 'tache and pull the plug | |
Men to be men, must love and pity | |
So deeply and secretly | |
How you'd smother me, wetly whisper what you'd like | |
And we'd be clumsy as virgins in vigil light |
zuo qu : Wild Beasts | |
Room a catacomb, this ghoul a balloon, with the breath | |
From beneath your breast, yes that is best. | |
Hug it to me, and the rubber raspberries | |
With wantingly wet mouth I suck.. remind me of your gentle fuck. | |
Men to be men, must love and pity | |
So deeply and secretly | |
Flaccid, I asked for this | |
Below spit rich belly pit moan and blush with hot hormone | |
Wash it from me, this stuff sad and sticky | |
Blub into the soapsuds, trim my ' tache and pull the plug | |
Men to be men, must love and pity | |
So deeply and secretly | |
How you' d smother me, wetly whisper what you' d like | |
And we' d be clumsy as virgins in vigil light |
zuò qǔ : Wild Beasts | |
Room a catacomb, this ghoul a balloon, with the breath | |
From beneath your breast, yes that is best. | |
Hug it to me, and the rubber raspberries | |
With wantingly wet mouth I suck.. remind me of your gentle fuck. | |
Men to be men, must love and pity | |
So deeply and secretly | |
Flaccid, I asked for this | |
Below spit rich belly pit moan and blush with hot hormone | |
Wash it from me, this stuff sad and sticky | |
Blub into the soapsuds, trim my ' tache and pull the plug | |
Men to be men, must love and pity | |
So deeply and secretly | |
How you' d smother me, wetly whisper what you' d like | |
And we' d be clumsy as virgins in vigil light |