Song | How I Was Made |
Artist | Kenickie |
Album | At The Club |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gofton, Nixon | |
When I was made | |
The good Lord rubbed my face | |
To give it shape | |
He formed a callous | |
Thats how my face was made | |
Oh sweet | |
Change me | |
Teach me to think like they do | |
Teach me to think | |
Like you | |
When I was made | |
The good Lord filled my veins | |
Up with silt | |
From the river | |
That's how my blood runs cold | |
You're sweet | |
Change me | |
Teach me to think like they do | |
Teach me to think | |
Like You | |
When I was made | |
The good Lord streched | |
My skin across a frame | |
Like canvas | |
That's how my sense is numb | |
He says I'm sweet | |
Change me | |
Change my colour | |
Leave me grey | |
There are too many moths around | |
When I shine |
zuo ci : Gofton, Nixon | |
When I was made | |
The good Lord rubbed my face | |
To give it shape | |
He formed a callous | |
Thats how my face was made | |
Oh sweet | |
Change me | |
Teach me to think like they do | |
Teach me to think | |
Like you | |
When I was made | |
The good Lord filled my veins | |
Up with silt | |
From the river | |
That' s how my blood runs cold | |
You' re sweet | |
Change me | |
Teach me to think like they do | |
Teach me to think | |
Like You | |
When I was made | |
The good Lord streched | |
My skin across a frame | |
Like canvas | |
That' s how my sense is numb | |
He says I' m sweet | |
Change me | |
Change my colour | |
Leave me grey | |
There are too many moths around | |
When I shine |
zuò cí : Gofton, Nixon | |
When I was made | |
The good Lord rubbed my face | |
To give it shape | |
He formed a callous | |
Thats how my face was made | |
Oh sweet | |
Change me | |
Teach me to think like they do | |
Teach me to think | |
Like you | |
When I was made | |
The good Lord filled my veins | |
Up with silt | |
From the river | |
That' s how my blood runs cold | |
You' re sweet | |
Change me | |
Teach me to think like they do | |
Teach me to think | |
Like You | |
When I was made | |
The good Lord streched | |
My skin across a frame | |
Like canvas | |
That' s how my sense is numb | |
He says I' m sweet | |
Change me | |
Change my colour | |
Leave me grey | |
There are too many moths around | |
When I shine |