| 作词 : Elisa Lamedica | |
| 作曲 : Jacopo D'armento/Jacopo Tonon | |
| Baby I can see the struggle | |
| But this tickle makes me giggle | |
| Dancing feet can feel the rhythm | |
| Buoncing balls are so contagious | |
| Your gun tickles shaky guts | |
| You damn right man I'm still nuts | |
| Carve out omens with the knife | |
| Wish to be miss Michelle Pfeiff. | |
| See your face behind the curtain | |
| I can feel you by my side | |
| Try to hold me push you away | |
| It's so cold inside | |
| A baby thrown from Mountain High | |
| He's not ready he's so tired | |
| Twenty bugs suck his head | |
| He can't wait to go to hell | |
| Half-burnt faces marching by | |
| Stooging men bad-crossed eyed | |
| Teach good manners to the crooks | |
| Who seek shelter in the nooks | |
| See your face behind the curtain | |
| I can feel you by my side | |
| Try to hold me push you away | |
| It's so cold inside | |
| Oh my eyes got weaker | |
| I will sleep so well | |
| Looking for the witches | |
| Seven spells for me | |
| See your face behind the curtain | |
| I can feel you by my side | |
| Try to hold me push you away | |
| It's so cold inside |
| zuo ci : Elisa Lamedica | |
| zuo qu : Jacopo D' armento Jacopo Tonon | |
| Baby I can see the struggle | |
| But this tickle makes me giggle | |
| Dancing feet can feel the rhythm | |
| Buoncing balls are so contagious | |
| Your gun tickles shaky guts | |
| You damn right man I' m still nuts | |
| Carve out omens with the knife | |
| Wish to be miss Michelle Pfeiff. | |
| See your face behind the curtain | |
| I can feel you by my side | |
| Try to hold me push you away | |
| It' s so cold inside | |
| A baby thrown from Mountain High | |
| He' s not ready he' s so tired | |
| Twenty bugs suck his head | |
| He can' t wait to go to hell | |
| Half-burnt faces marching by | |
| Stooging men bad-crossed eyed | |
| Teach good manners to the crooks | |
| Who seek shelter in the nooks | |
| See your face behind the curtain | |
| I can feel you by my side | |
| Try to hold me push you away | |
| It' s so cold inside | |
| Oh my eyes got weaker | |
| I will sleep so well | |
| Looking for the witches | |
| Seven spells for me | |
| See your face behind the curtain | |
| I can feel you by my side | |
| Try to hold me push you away | |
| It' s so cold inside |
| zuò cí : Elisa Lamedica | |
| zuò qǔ : Jacopo D' armento Jacopo Tonon | |
| Baby I can see the struggle | |
| But this tickle makes me giggle | |
| Dancing feet can feel the rhythm | |
| Buoncing balls are so contagious | |
| Your gun tickles shaky guts | |
| You damn right man I' m still nuts | |
| Carve out omens with the knife | |
| Wish to be miss Michelle Pfeiff. | |
| See your face behind the curtain | |
| I can feel you by my side | |
| Try to hold me push you away | |
| It' s so cold inside | |
| A baby thrown from Mountain High | |
| He' s not ready he' s so tired | |
| Twenty bugs suck his head | |
| He can' t wait to go to hell | |
| Half-burnt faces marching by | |
| Stooging men bad-crossed eyed | |
| Teach good manners to the crooks | |
| Who seek shelter in the nooks | |
| See your face behind the curtain | |
| I can feel you by my side | |
| Try to hold me push you away | |
| It' s so cold inside | |
| Oh my eyes got weaker | |
| I will sleep so well | |
| Looking for the witches | |
| Seven spells for me | |
| See your face behind the curtain | |
| I can feel you by my side | |
| Try to hold me push you away | |
| It' s so cold inside |