| 作词 : Joseph Brennan-Hulme/James William Mycock/Jamie Sufi-Davies/Mark Collins/Matthew Birchall/Richard Dooley/Sarah Knight | |
| 作曲 : Joseph Brennan-Hulme/James William Mycock/Jamie Sufi-Davies/Mark Collins/Matthew Birchall/Richard Dooley/Sarah Knight | |
| You've been | |
| I think you've been | |
| Pre-drinking, you're a little tipsy | |
| Easy to see what you're thinking | |
| I can read your lips, see they're telling me your history | |
| Telling that you miss being somebody's mystery | |
| Hungry for a kiss from a stranger | |
| Maybe the danger will save you | |
| Maybe the barman’s your saviour | |
| Maybe he’ll take you | |
| Maybe he’ll make you feel warm | |
| Maybe he will make you cum | |
| Maybe it's not worth the thought | |
| And I’m just winding myself up | |
| I'm better off turning off my phone | |
| Leaving well alone, what’s done is done | |
| But still somehow I can’t | |
| I've had trouble from the start, when it came to matters of the heart | |
| Love's been tearing us apart | |
| Some days I’m good but most I’m dark | |
| But tonight I’m feeling alright | |
| So I’m gonna get myself dressed to the nines | |
| Bathe myself in that city light | |
| The dance floor's calling me | |
| I'm not going home tonight | |
| To that empty bed | |
| So I’ll drink and fight 'til the streets run red | |
| Try my best to forget, or at least get off my head | |
| And if you think he's pretty fit and your girlfriends are into it | |
| Why not let him drunk walk you home, share a ride, I mean he bought all your drinks | |
| Whilst you sipped he made you laugh a little bit | |
| You’re only human it's hard to resist | |
| Oh so natural | |
| Now that you got pissed with him, just to share a kiss with him | |
| But I don’t wanna think about it | |
| And I don't wanna doubt you but I don’t doubt it | |
| Man I swear he’s cool | |
| But I don't wanna know jack shit about it | |
| I really could do without it | |
| My imagination's got me on the ropes | |
| I'm out for the count smokin' Joe's hopes were broke | |
| By the dope left looking like a joke | |
| Some days I’m good but most I can't cope | |
| But tonight I’m feeling alright | |
| So I’m gonna get myself dressed to the nines | |
| Bathe myself in that city light | |
| The dance floor's calling me | |
| I'm not going home tonight | |
| To that empty bed | |
| So I’ll drink and fight 'til the streets run red | |
| Try my best to forget, or at least get off my head | |
| Do you ever think of me whilst you’re touching up with him? | |
| Does it ever cross your mind who I’m with or where I’ve been? | |
| Or am I so replaceable? | |
| The game became so unplayable, my name unsayable, the pain's relatable | |
| Just a victim of desire to a thirst so insatiable | |
| I'm not as capable as you, at keeping my cool | |
| I hide my weakness by playing the fool | |
| But the joke's on me because I only wanna see you happy | |
| Unfortunately that means letting you be | |
| Means I don't get to see you sleep | |
| I deserve no relief from these dreams | |
| Is he everything you need? | |
| Do you make a good team? | |
| Can he make you scream? | |
| Some days I’m crazy, brave and face that beast | |
| But lately I’m just too weak | |
| But tonight I’m feeling alright | |
| So I’m gonna get myself dressed to the nines | |
| Bathe myself in that city light | |
| The dance floor's calling me | |
| I'm not going home tonight | |
| To that empty bed | |
| So I’ll drink and fight til the streets run red | |
| Try my best to forget | |
| Or at least get off my head | |
| I bet you've been | |
| I bet you have been, drinking | |
| I bet you've been | |
| I bet you have been, pre-drinking |
| zuo ci : Joseph BrennanHulme James William Mycock Jamie SufiDavies Mark Collins Matthew Birchall Richard Dooley Sarah Knight | |
| zuo qu : Joseph BrennanHulme James William Mycock Jamie SufiDavies Mark Collins Matthew Birchall Richard Dooley Sarah Knight | |
| You' ve been | |
| I think you' ve been | |
| Predrinking, you' re a little tipsy | |
| Easy to see what you' re thinking | |
| I can read your lips, see they' re telling me your history | |
| Telling that you miss being somebody' s mystery | |
| Hungry for a kiss from a stranger | |
| Maybe the danger will save you | |
| Maybe the barman' s your saviour | |
| Maybe he' ll take you | |
| Maybe he' ll make you feel warm | |
| Maybe he will make you cum | |
| Maybe it' s not worth the thought | |
| And I' m just winding myself up | |
| I' m better off turning off my phone | |
| Leaving well alone, what' s done is done | |
| But still somehow I can' t | |
| I' ve had trouble from the start, when it came to matters of the heart | |
| Love' s been tearing us apart | |
| Some days I' m good but most I' m dark | |
| But tonight I' m feeling alright | |
| So I' m gonna get myself dressed to the nines | |
| Bathe myself in that city light | |
| The dance floor' s calling me | |
| I' m not going home tonight | |
| To that empty bed | |
| So I' ll drink and fight ' til the streets run red | |
| Try my best to forget, or at least get off my head | |
| And if you think he' s pretty fit and your girlfriends are into it | |
| Why not let him drunk walk you home, share a ride, I mean he bought all your drinks | |
| Whilst you sipped he made you laugh a little bit | |
| You' re only human it' s hard to resist | |
| Oh so natural | |
| Now that you got pissed with him, just to share a kiss with him | |
| But I don' t wanna think about it | |
| And I don' t wanna doubt you but I don' t doubt it | |
| Man I swear he' s cool | |
| But I don' t wanna know jack shit about it | |
| I really could do without it | |
| My imagination' s got me on the ropes | |
| I' m out for the count smokin' Joe' s hopes were broke | |
| By the dope left looking like a joke | |
| Some days I' m good but most I can' t cope | |
| But tonight I' m feeling alright | |
| So I' m gonna get myself dressed to the nines | |
| Bathe myself in that city light | |
| The dance floor' s calling me | |
| I' m not going home tonight | |
| To that empty bed | |
| So I' ll drink and fight ' til the streets run red | |
| Try my best to forget, or at least get off my head | |
| Do you ever think of me whilst you' re touching up with him? | |
| Does it ever cross your mind who I' m with or where I' ve been? | |
| Or am I so replaceable? | |
| The game became so unplayable, my name unsayable, the pain' s relatable | |
| Just a victim of desire to a thirst so insatiable | |
| I' m not as capable as you, at keeping my cool | |
| I hide my weakness by playing the fool | |
| But the joke' s on me because I only wanna see you happy | |
| Unfortunately that means letting you be | |
| Means I don' t get to see you sleep | |
| I deserve no relief from these dreams | |
| Is he everything you need? | |
| Do you make a good team? | |
| Can he make you scream? | |
| Some days I' m crazy, brave and face that beast | |
| But lately I' m just too weak | |
| But tonight I' m feeling alright | |
| So I' m gonna get myself dressed to the nines | |
| Bathe myself in that city light | |
| The dance floor' s calling me | |
| I' m not going home tonight | |
| To that empty bed | |
| So I' ll drink and fight til the streets run red | |
| Try my best to forget | |
| Or at least get off my head | |
| I bet you' ve been | |
| I bet you have been, drinking | |
| I bet you' ve been | |
| I bet you have been, predrinking |
| zuò cí : Joseph BrennanHulme James William Mycock Jamie SufiDavies Mark Collins Matthew Birchall Richard Dooley Sarah Knight | |
| zuò qǔ : Joseph BrennanHulme James William Mycock Jamie SufiDavies Mark Collins Matthew Birchall Richard Dooley Sarah Knight | |
| You' ve been | |
| I think you' ve been | |
| Predrinking, you' re a little tipsy | |
| Easy to see what you' re thinking | |
| I can read your lips, see they' re telling me your history | |
| Telling that you miss being somebody' s mystery | |
| Hungry for a kiss from a stranger | |
| Maybe the danger will save you | |
| Maybe the barman' s your saviour | |
| Maybe he' ll take you | |
| Maybe he' ll make you feel warm | |
| Maybe he will make you cum | |
| Maybe it' s not worth the thought | |
| And I' m just winding myself up | |
| I' m better off turning off my phone | |
| Leaving well alone, what' s done is done | |
| But still somehow I can' t | |
| I' ve had trouble from the start, when it came to matters of the heart | |
| Love' s been tearing us apart | |
| Some days I' m good but most I' m dark | |
| But tonight I' m feeling alright | |
| So I' m gonna get myself dressed to the nines | |
| Bathe myself in that city light | |
| The dance floor' s calling me | |
| I' m not going home tonight | |
| To that empty bed | |
| So I' ll drink and fight ' til the streets run red | |
| Try my best to forget, or at least get off my head | |
| And if you think he' s pretty fit and your girlfriends are into it | |
| Why not let him drunk walk you home, share a ride, I mean he bought all your drinks | |
| Whilst you sipped he made you laugh a little bit | |
| You' re only human it' s hard to resist | |
| Oh so natural | |
| Now that you got pissed with him, just to share a kiss with him | |
| But I don' t wanna think about it | |
| And I don' t wanna doubt you but I don' t doubt it | |
| Man I swear he' s cool | |
| But I don' t wanna know jack shit about it | |
| I really could do without it | |
| My imagination' s got me on the ropes | |
| I' m out for the count smokin' Joe' s hopes were broke | |
| By the dope left looking like a joke | |
| Some days I' m good but most I can' t cope | |
| But tonight I' m feeling alright | |
| So I' m gonna get myself dressed to the nines | |
| Bathe myself in that city light | |
| The dance floor' s calling me | |
| I' m not going home tonight | |
| To that empty bed | |
| So I' ll drink and fight ' til the streets run red | |
| Try my best to forget, or at least get off my head | |
| Do you ever think of me whilst you' re touching up with him? | |
| Does it ever cross your mind who I' m with or where I' ve been? | |
| Or am I so replaceable? | |
| The game became so unplayable, my name unsayable, the pain' s relatable | |
| Just a victim of desire to a thirst so insatiable | |
| I' m not as capable as you, at keeping my cool | |
| I hide my weakness by playing the fool | |
| But the joke' s on me because I only wanna see you happy | |
| Unfortunately that means letting you be | |
| Means I don' t get to see you sleep | |
| I deserve no relief from these dreams | |
| Is he everything you need? | |
| Do you make a good team? | |
| Can he make you scream? | |
| Some days I' m crazy, brave and face that beast | |
| But lately I' m just too weak | |
| But tonight I' m feeling alright | |
| So I' m gonna get myself dressed to the nines | |
| Bathe myself in that city light | |
| The dance floor' s calling me | |
| I' m not going home tonight | |
| To that empty bed | |
| So I' ll drink and fight til the streets run red | |
| Try my best to forget | |
| Or at least get off my head | |
| I bet you' ve been | |
| I bet you have been, drinking | |
| I bet you' ve been | |
| I bet you have been, predrinking |
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