| Song | Whites Only Party |
| Artist | The Dears |
| Album | Cooperative Music Sampler, Volume 4 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Murray A. Lightburn | |
| 作曲 : Murray A. Lightburn | |
| I wanna know how you did it | |
| You waltzed right past the door | |
| While we struggle here at the gates | |
| And can't get through | |
| We could have follow you | |
| And maybe look like fools | |
| But who cares we'd still be true | |
| We'd still be true | |
| We're ain't here to steal your women | |
| Or at least that wasn't the plan | |
| There's that closet smell | |
| Think you've been inside there too long | |
| You're almost mystical | |
| And I'm impossible | |
| We need a miracle | |
| A miracle | |
| Don't say I'm paranoid | |
| It's more like ...... | |
| Maybe a bit destroyed | |
| A bit destroyed | |
| There's nowhere else for us to run | |
| And our time sure as hell begun | |
| And life has just begun | |
| It's just begun |
| zuo ci : Murray A. Lightburn | |
| zuo qu : Murray A. Lightburn | |
| I wanna know how you did it | |
| You waltzed right past the door | |
| While we struggle here at the gates | |
| And can' t get through | |
| We could have follow you | |
| And maybe look like fools | |
| But who cares we' d still be true | |
| We' d still be true | |
| We' re ain' t here to steal your women | |
| Or at least that wasn' t the plan | |
| There' s that closet smell | |
| Think you' ve been inside there too long | |
| You' re almost mystical | |
| And I' m impossible | |
| We need a miracle | |
| A miracle | |
| Don' t say I' m paranoid | |
| It' s more like. . . . . . | |
| Maybe a bit destroyed | |
| A bit destroyed | |
| There' s nowhere else for us to run | |
| And our time sure as hell begun | |
| And life has just begun | |
| It' s just begun |
| zuò cí : Murray A. Lightburn | |
| zuò qǔ : Murray A. Lightburn | |
| I wanna know how you did it | |
| You waltzed right past the door | |
| While we struggle here at the gates | |
| And can' t get through | |
| We could have follow you | |
| And maybe look like fools | |
| But who cares we' d still be true | |
| We' d still be true | |
| We' re ain' t here to steal your women | |
| Or at least that wasn' t the plan | |
| There' s that closet smell | |
| Think you' ve been inside there too long | |
| You' re almost mystical | |
| And I' m impossible | |
| We need a miracle | |
| A miracle | |
| Don' t say I' m paranoid | |
| It' s more like. . . . . . | |
| Maybe a bit destroyed | |
| A bit destroyed | |
| There' s nowhere else for us to run | |
| And our time sure as hell begun | |
| And life has just begun | |
| It' s just begun |