Song | Puts Me To Work |
Artist | Cate Le Bon |
Album | Cyrk |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Washed upon no side | |
The crock locker drained my eyes | |
You so fine that you didn’t know how | |
Late like it seemed too much | |
Spoke like you … | |
Come sea shore | |
We bought a feeling at night | |
Baby I said myself | |
There’s nothing the dark would share | |
That’s ok till the money runs out | |
You kill me with empathy | |
Crapes on a dire oh dear | |
And that’s fine | |
But you don’t … out alone | |
You won’t remember | |
The time we took on your broken face | |
I get some | |
So little effort | |
But I know that you’re there | |
Cause you’re making it hurt | |
Baby I said before | |
That surround | |
I’m searching for | |
Now we took out from me | |
We never grow old | |
And someday the meets will change | |
And you’ll sleep beyond the range | |
It’s our date tomorrow | |
Going to be so … | |
You won’t remember | |
The time we took on your broken face | |
I get some | |
So little effort | |
But I know that you’re there | |
Cause you’re making it hurt | |
It puts me to work | |
Puts me to work | |
It puts me to work | |
It puts me to work |
Washed upon no side | |
The crock locker drained my eyes | |
You so fine that you didn' t know how | |
Late like it seemed too much | |
Spoke like you | |
Come sea shore | |
We bought a feeling at night | |
Baby I said myself | |
There' s nothing the dark would share | |
That' s ok till the money runs out | |
You kill me with empathy | |
Crapes on a dire oh dear | |
And that' s fine | |
But you don' t out alone | |
You won' t remember | |
The time we took on your broken face | |
I get some | |
So little effort | |
But I know that you' re there | |
Cause you' re making it hurt | |
Baby I said before | |
That surround | |
I' m searching for | |
Now we took out from me | |
We never grow old | |
And someday the meets will change | |
And you' ll sleep beyond the range | |
It' s our date tomorrow | |
Going to be so | |
You won' t remember | |
The time we took on your broken face | |
I get some | |
So little effort | |
But I know that you' re there | |
Cause you' re making it hurt | |
It puts me to work | |
Puts me to work | |
It puts me to work | |
It puts me to work |
Washed upon no side | |
The crock locker drained my eyes | |
You so fine that you didn' t know how | |
Late like it seemed too much | |
Spoke like you | |
Come sea shore | |
We bought a feeling at night | |
Baby I said myself | |
There' s nothing the dark would share | |
That' s ok till the money runs out | |
You kill me with empathy | |
Crapes on a dire oh dear | |
And that' s fine | |
But you don' t out alone | |
You won' t remember | |
The time we took on your broken face | |
I get some | |
So little effort | |
But I know that you' re there | |
Cause you' re making it hurt | |
Baby I said before | |
That surround | |
I' m searching for | |
Now we took out from me | |
We never grow old | |
And someday the meets will change | |
And you' ll sleep beyond the range | |
It' s our date tomorrow | |
Going to be so | |
You won' t remember | |
The time we took on your broken face | |
I get some | |
So little effort | |
But I know that you' re there | |
Cause you' re making it hurt | |
It puts me to work | |
Puts me to work | |
It puts me to work | |
It puts me to work |