Song | She Wants |
Artist | Metronomy |
Album | The English Riviera |
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作曲 : Mount | |
作词 : Mount | |
She sleeps her soul so soft and trim | |
Arranging papers around the bed | |
And if she's dreaming deep tonight | |
I lie with her by reading light | |
A glass of water by her side | |
I'm gone in hopes of getting tired | |
I call her shots 'til we wake up | |
Count every second on every clock | |
It's getting late, yeah, that I know | |
The hours come, the hours gone | |
Then twitching lips and twitching arms | |
And there you're lying your make up on them | |
Oh girl, if you're dreaming deep tonight | |
I'll lie with you by reading light | |
A glass of water by your side | |
I'm gone in hopes of getting tired | |
I call her shots 'til we wake up | |
Count every second on every clock | |
It's getting late, yeah, that I know | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come |
zuo qu : Mount | |
zuo ci : Mount | |
She sleeps her soul so soft and trim | |
Arranging papers around the bed | |
And if she' s dreaming deep tonight | |
I lie with her by reading light | |
A glass of water by her side | |
I' m gone in hopes of getting tired | |
I call her shots ' til we wake up | |
Count every second on every clock | |
It' s getting late, yeah, that I know | |
The hours come, the hours gone | |
Then twitching lips and twitching arms | |
And there you' re lying your make up on them | |
Oh girl, if you' re dreaming deep tonight | |
I' ll lie with you by reading light | |
A glass of water by your side | |
I' m gone in hopes of getting tired | |
I call her shots ' til we wake up | |
Count every second on every clock | |
It' s getting late, yeah, that I know | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come |
zuò qǔ : Mount | |
zuò cí : Mount | |
She sleeps her soul so soft and trim | |
Arranging papers around the bed | |
And if she' s dreaming deep tonight | |
I lie with her by reading light | |
A glass of water by her side | |
I' m gone in hopes of getting tired | |
I call her shots ' til we wake up | |
Count every second on every clock | |
It' s getting late, yeah, that I know | |
The hours come, the hours gone | |
Then twitching lips and twitching arms | |
And there you' re lying your make up on them | |
Oh girl, if you' re dreaming deep tonight | |
I' ll lie with you by reading light | |
A glass of water by your side | |
I' m gone in hopes of getting tired | |
I call her shots ' til we wake up | |
Count every second on every clock | |
It' s getting late, yeah, that I know | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come | |
The hours come, the hours come |