Song | Born Late '58 |
Artist | Mott the Hoople |
Album | Original Album Classics |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Watts | |
(Overend Watts) | |
Baby took me out last night | |
Got a little cadillac bite. | |
Shook me about - inside out | |
Didn't get home 'till light. | |
She's a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her | |
No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you | |
Burned out as the light turned green | |
Smoke-screened off her rail. | |
He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin' | |
Faster than the | |
U.S. mail. | |
She's a speeder, a leader | |
You're really gotta meet her | |
You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you. | |
Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her | |
Don't you try and steal her away | |
Hush, man logs in her dam | |
Think you better fade away | |
Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator | |
She'll annoy ya, destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire | |
Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her | |
Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born later. |
zuo ci : Watts | |
Overend Watts | |
Baby took me out last night | |
Got a little cadillac bite. | |
Shook me about inside out | |
Didn' t get home ' till light. | |
She' s a grower, a goer you gotta get to know her | |
No chooser, a cruiser you turn around she' ll lose you | |
Burned out as the light turned green | |
Smokescreened off her rail. | |
He didn' t see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin' | |
Faster than the | |
U. S. mail. | |
She' s a speeder, a leader | |
You' re really gotta meet her | |
You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she' ll kill you. | |
Listen, fella, baby don' t you sell her | |
Don' t you try and steal her away | |
Hush, man logs in her dam | |
Think you better fade away | |
Detonator, jailbaiter a radar radiator | |
She' ll annoy ya, destroy ya she' ll bring ya down in fire | |
Create her, mistreat her no use tryin' to beat her | |
Admit it, she' s greater, shame you weren' t born later. |
zuò cí : Watts | |
Overend Watts | |
Baby took me out last night | |
Got a little cadillac bite. | |
Shook me about inside out | |
Didn' t get home ' till light. | |
She' s a grower, a goer you gotta get to know her | |
No chooser, a cruiser you turn around she' ll lose you | |
Burned out as the light turned green | |
Smokescreened off her rail. | |
He didn' t see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin' | |
Faster than the | |
U. S. mail. | |
She' s a speeder, a leader | |
You' re really gotta meet her | |
You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she' ll kill you. | |
Listen, fella, baby don' t you sell her | |
Don' t you try and steal her away | |
Hush, man logs in her dam | |
Think you better fade away | |
Detonator, jailbaiter a radar radiator | |
She' ll annoy ya, destroy ya she' ll bring ya down in fire | |
Create her, mistreat her no use tryin' to beat her | |
Admit it, she' s greater, shame you weren' t born later. |