| 作曲 : Baker | |
| Here's a knapsack rally for the stranger who told | |
| of a spider, and a purple toad | |
| The things I heard were wretched and slurred. | |
| Oh my ears would be cut off at mention, | |
| But you don't have to cut it off. | |
| Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
| So mother bug don't you bite your tongue | |
| because there's nothing else to do for your son. | |
| He rose the dead. He's been sharing his bed | |
| with the only one he never loved. | |
| So why should you cry for the licence plate of a colder state? | |
| Should you talk of the son on the run, | |
| your tongue will be ripped out by ducklings. | |
| Oh, you don't have to cut it off. | |
| Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
| I only feel like living when I fell like I'm dying. | |
| Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
| Well Missy, sure you can look through my drawers. | |
| I've got nothing to hide. | |
| So, crying soul don't you tally the toll | |
| because where's the love in counting? | |
| Dry clothes | |
| Dry clothes | |
| Dry clothes | |
| Dry clothes |
| zuo qu : Baker | |
| Here' s a knapsack rally for the stranger who told | |
| of a spider, and a purple toad | |
| The things I heard were wretched and slurred. | |
| Oh my ears would be cut off at mention, | |
| But you don' t have to cut it off. | |
| Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
| So mother bug don' t you bite your tongue | |
| because there' s nothing else to do for your son. | |
| He rose the dead. He' s been sharing his bed | |
| with the only one he never loved. | |
| So why should you cry for the licence plate of a colder state? | |
| Should you talk of the son on the run, | |
| your tongue will be ripped out by ducklings. | |
| Oh, you don' t have to cut it off. | |
| Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
| I only feel like living when I fell like I' m dying. | |
| Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
| Well Missy, sure you can look through my drawers. | |
| I' ve got nothing to hide. | |
| So, crying soul don' t you tally the toll | |
| because where' s the love in counting? | |
| Dry clothes | |
| Dry clothes | |
| Dry clothes | |
| Dry clothes |
| zuò qǔ : Baker | |
| Here' s a knapsack rally for the stranger who told | |
| of a spider, and a purple toad | |
| The things I heard were wretched and slurred. | |
| Oh my ears would be cut off at mention, | |
| But you don' t have to cut it off. | |
| Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
| So mother bug don' t you bite your tongue | |
| because there' s nothing else to do for your son. | |
| He rose the dead. He' s been sharing his bed | |
| with the only one he never loved. | |
| So why should you cry for the licence plate of a colder state? | |
| Should you talk of the son on the run, | |
| your tongue will be ripped out by ducklings. | |
| Oh, you don' t have to cut it off. | |
| Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
| I only feel like living when I fell like I' m dying. | |
| Your baby boy, he only naps. | |
| Well Missy, sure you can look through my drawers. | |
| I' ve got nothing to hide. | |
| So, crying soul don' t you tally the toll | |
| because where' s the love in counting? | |
| Dry clothes | |
| Dry clothes | |
| Dry clothes | |
| Dry clothes |
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