Monkey Suit Lyrics

	作曲 : John Taupin
	作词 : John Taupin
	If you're looking for the glory
	You think that you might find
	In a bullet-riddled stolen car
	On a back road in the pines
	If it's round just like a medal
	On a tired old man of war
	Or hidden like that
	Burma Star
	In my dad's bottom drawer
	Look at you in your monkey suit
	Driving south, nothing left to prove
	You come back here in your cowboy boots
	Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
	Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Build your ladder to the moon
	Beat on that sacred drum
	Trample on the hands of those
	That cling to every rung
	Every seed you crush beneath
	Like stone ground in a mill
	You never drew a decent breath
	But you're just dressed to kill
	Look at you in your monkey suit
	Driving south, nothing left to prove
	You come back here in your cowboy boots
	Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
	Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Look at you in your monkey suit
	Driving south, nothing left to prove
	You come back here in your cowboy boots
	Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
	Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit

	zuo qu : John Taupin
	zuo ci : John Taupin
	If you' re looking for the glory
	You think that you might find
	In a bulletriddled stolen car
	On a back road in the pines
	If it' s round just like a medal
	On a tired old man of war
	Or hidden like that
	Burma Star
	In my dad' s bottom drawer
	Look at you in your monkey suit
	Driving south, nothing left to prove
	You come back here in your cowboy boots
	Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
	Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Build your ladder to the moon
	Beat on that sacred drum
	Trample on the hands of those
	That cling to every rung
	Every seed you crush beneath
	Like stone ground in a mill
	You never drew a decent breath
	But you' re just dressed to kill
	Look at you in your monkey suit
	Driving south, nothing left to prove
	You come back here in your cowboy boots
	Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
	Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Look at you in your monkey suit
	Driving south, nothing left to prove
	You come back here in your cowboy boots
	Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
	Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit

	zuò qǔ : John Taupin
	zuò cí : John Taupin
	If you' re looking for the glory
	You think that you might find
	In a bulletriddled stolen car
	On a back road in the pines
	If it' s round just like a medal
	On a tired old man of war
	Or hidden like that
	Burma Star
	In my dad' s bottom drawer
	Look at you in your monkey suit
	Driving south, nothing left to prove
	You come back here in your cowboy boots
	Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
	Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Build your ladder to the moon
	Beat on that sacred drum
	Trample on the hands of those
	That cling to every rung
	Every seed you crush beneath
	Like stone ground in a mill
	You never drew a decent breath
	But you' re just dressed to kill
	Look at you in your monkey suit
	Driving south, nothing left to prove
	You come back here in your cowboy boots
	Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
	Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Look at you in your monkey suit
	Driving south, nothing left to prove
	You come back here in your cowboy boots
	Dressed to kill in your monkey suit
	Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot
	Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit

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