| 作词 : McElhane, Spiteri | |
| I doesn't feel right, the lights are too bright | |
| I'm feeling uptight in my sensual world | |
| I need to be you, | |
| I need to breathe too | |
| I need to see through life with these sensitive words | |
| I could blame it on you | |
| I could blame it on my instincts | |
| I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
| So tell me what's the answer | |
| No trouble in my face there's not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can't listen, | |
| I can't listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
| No air around me, | |
| I need to feel free | |
| I'm private property in my sensual world | |
| Your indecisions | |
| I have a vision | |
| There's no collision there with these sensitive words | |
| I could blame it on you | |
| I could blame it on my instincts | |
| I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
| So tell me what's the answer | |
| No trouble in my face there's not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can't listen, | |
| I can't listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
| No trouble in my face, there's not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can't listen, | |
| I can't listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
| All from too much choice yeah yeah | |
| I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
| So tell me what's the answer | |
| No trouble in my face, there's not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can't listen, | |
| I can't listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
| No trouble in my face, there's not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can't listen, | |
| I can't listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
| C'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
| C'mon, c'mon, c'mon | |
| C'mon, c'mon, c'mon... |
| zuo ci : McElhane, Spiteri | |
| I doesn' t feel right, the lights are too bright | |
| I' m feeling uptight in my sensual world | |
| I need to be you, | |
| I need to breathe too | |
| I need to see through life with these sensitive words | |
| I could blame it on you | |
| I could blame it on my instincts | |
| I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
| So tell me what' s the answer | |
| No trouble in my face there' s not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can' t listen, | |
| I can' t listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| No air around me, | |
| I need to feel free | |
| I' m private property in my sensual world | |
| Your indecisions | |
| I have a vision | |
| There' s no collision there with these sensitive words | |
| I could blame it on you | |
| I could blame it on my instincts | |
| I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
| So tell me what' s the answer | |
| No trouble in my face there' s not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can' t listen, | |
| I can' t listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can' t listen, | |
| I can' t listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| All from too much choice yeah yeah | |
| I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
| So tell me what' s the answer | |
| No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can' t listen, | |
| I can' t listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can' t listen, | |
| I can' t listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| C' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| C' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| C' mon, c' mon, c' mon... |
| zuò cí : McElhane, Spiteri | |
| I doesn' t feel right, the lights are too bright | |
| I' m feeling uptight in my sensual world | |
| I need to be you, | |
| I need to breathe too | |
| I need to see through life with these sensitive words | |
| I could blame it on you | |
| I could blame it on my instincts | |
| I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
| So tell me what' s the answer | |
| No trouble in my face there' s not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can' t listen, | |
| I can' t listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| No air around me, | |
| I need to feel free | |
| I' m private property in my sensual world | |
| Your indecisions | |
| I have a vision | |
| There' s no collision there with these sensitive words | |
| I could blame it on you | |
| I could blame it on my instincts | |
| I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
| So tell me what' s the answer | |
| No trouble in my face there' s not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can' t listen, | |
| I can' t listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can' t listen, | |
| I can' t listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| All from too much choice yeah yeah | |
| I could blame it on the train to the plane, the boat to the shore | |
| So tell me what' s the answer | |
| No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can' t listen, | |
| I can' t listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| No trouble in my face, there' s not one anxious voice | |
| You know I can' t listen, | |
| I can' t listen | |
| You say that you are everything, do you taste good | |
| So c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| C' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| C' mon, c' mon, c' mon | |
| C' mon, c' mon, c' mon... |
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