| 作词 : Павел Пнин | |
| 作曲 : Павел Пнин | |
| Headache ain't mine prelude | |
| Red lipstick in my pocket | |
| I'm going with a guy | |
| His name is Brute | |
| He's tamed my mortido | |
| My blood runs cold at time | |
| As he takes out the needle | |
| To tattoo of my skinny thighs | |
| The grizzled doorman said | |
| He was expecting us | |
| Behind the reflected moon | |
| I hear jazz | |
| Here’s the radio on the floor | |
| And purple satin sheets | |
| My Brute is sitting on his knees | |
| I bit him and then kissed | |
| We're going down by river | |
| We're doing every day the same | |
| Shine on you crazy moon | |
| My Brute is devil in this game | |
| And hands in dirt | |
| And I'm in black short dress | |
| Step into circle | |
| Dance | |
| Sweet memories of mine | |
| First day when I met Brute | |
| He danced on dusty street | |
| Hat on his head, black suit | |
| He seemed to me rhino | |
| The ash under his feet | |
| He rushed to choke a fire | |
| Of my veins that always bleeds | |
| The doorman said | |
| He was expecting us | |
| Behind the reflected moon | |
| I hear jazz | |
| The radio on the floor | |
| Plays a tune that always scares | |
| My Brute is waiting for | |
| To take off my short formal dress | |
| We're going down by river | |
| We're doing every day the same | |
| Shine on you crazy moon | |
| My Brute is devil in this game | |
| And hands in dirt | |
| And I'm in black short dress | |
| Step into circle | |
| Dance |
| zuo ci : | |
| zuo qu : | |
| Headache ain' t mine prelude | |
| Red lipstick in my pocket | |
| I' m going with a guy | |
| His name is Brute | |
| He' s tamed my mortido | |
| My blood runs cold at time | |
| As he takes out the needle | |
| To tattoo of my skinny thighs | |
| The grizzled doorman said | |
| He was expecting us | |
| Behind the reflected moon | |
| I hear jazz | |
| Here' s the radio on the floor | |
| And purple satin sheets | |
| My Brute is sitting on his knees | |
| I bit him and then kissed | |
| We' re going down by river | |
| We' re doing every day the same | |
| Shine on you crazy moon | |
| My Brute is devil in this game | |
| And hands in dirt | |
| And I' m in black short dress | |
| Step into circle | |
| Dance | |
| Sweet memories of mine | |
| First day when I met Brute | |
| He danced on dusty street | |
| Hat on his head, black suit | |
| He seemed to me rhino | |
| The ash under his feet | |
| He rushed to choke a fire | |
| Of my veins that always bleeds | |
| The doorman said | |
| He was expecting us | |
| Behind the reflected moon | |
| I hear jazz | |
| The radio on the floor | |
| Plays a tune that always scares | |
| My Brute is waiting for | |
| To take off my short formal dress | |
| We' re going down by river | |
| We' re doing every day the same | |
| Shine on you crazy moon | |
| My Brute is devil in this game | |
| And hands in dirt | |
| And I' m in black short dress | |
| Step into circle | |
| Dance |
| zuò cí : | |
| zuò qǔ : | |
| Headache ain' t mine prelude | |
| Red lipstick in my pocket | |
| I' m going with a guy | |
| His name is Brute | |
| He' s tamed my mortido | |
| My blood runs cold at time | |
| As he takes out the needle | |
| To tattoo of my skinny thighs | |
| The grizzled doorman said | |
| He was expecting us | |
| Behind the reflected moon | |
| I hear jazz | |
| Here' s the radio on the floor | |
| And purple satin sheets | |
| My Brute is sitting on his knees | |
| I bit him and then kissed | |
| We' re going down by river | |
| We' re doing every day the same | |
| Shine on you crazy moon | |
| My Brute is devil in this game | |
| And hands in dirt | |
| And I' m in black short dress | |
| Step into circle | |
| Dance | |
| Sweet memories of mine | |
| First day when I met Brute | |
| He danced on dusty street | |
| Hat on his head, black suit | |
| He seemed to me rhino | |
| The ash under his feet | |
| He rushed to choke a fire | |
| Of my veins that always bleeds | |
| The doorman said | |
| He was expecting us | |
| Behind the reflected moon | |
| I hear jazz | |
| The radio on the floor | |
| Plays a tune that always scares | |
| My Brute is waiting for | |
| To take off my short formal dress | |
| We' re going down by river | |
| We' re doing every day the same | |
| Shine on you crazy moon | |
| My Brute is devil in this game | |
| And hands in dirt | |
| And I' m in black short dress | |
| Step into circle | |
| Dance |