| Song | Thanksgiving Waves |
| Artist | Eef Barzelay |
| Album | Bitter Honey |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Barzelay | |
| If this war's ever over | |
| If it ever runs out | |
| Then maybe we can think about traveling | |
| To those far away cities | |
| Of drug stores and tans | |
| On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
| On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
| If this engine turns over | |
| We'll tear through the park | |
| On donuts and Milk of Magnesia | |
| And I'll read you a poem | |
| Of blue skies and eyes | |
| In your sockets that bring them together | |
| In your sockets that bring them together | |
| Are your thighs ever tender? | |
| As they swell in my hands | |
| And are warmed by the spit of my kisses | |
| But I will just graze you | |
| Like the sun does on grass | |
| And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
| And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
| If this war's ever over | |
| They'll separate us | |
| Leaving video tapes to remember | |
| I'll go back to Texas | |
| And try not to think | |
| Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple | |
| Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple |
| zuo qu : Barzelay | |
| If this war' s ever over | |
| If it ever runs out | |
| Then maybe we can think about traveling | |
| To those far away cities | |
| Of drug stores and tans | |
| On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
| On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
| If this engine turns over | |
| We' ll tear through the park | |
| On donuts and Milk of Magnesia | |
| And I' ll read you a poem | |
| Of blue skies and eyes | |
| In your sockets that bring them together | |
| In your sockets that bring them together | |
| Are your thighs ever tender? | |
| As they swell in my hands | |
| And are warmed by the spit of my kisses | |
| But I will just graze you | |
| Like the sun does on grass | |
| And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
| And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
| If this war' s ever over | |
| They' ll separate us | |
| Leaving video tapes to remember | |
| I' ll go back to Texas | |
| And try not to think | |
| Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple | |
| Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple |
| zuò qǔ : Barzelay | |
| If this war' s ever over | |
| If it ever runs out | |
| Then maybe we can think about traveling | |
| To those far away cities | |
| Of drug stores and tans | |
| On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
| On smooth, hairless Japanese bodies | |
| If this engine turns over | |
| We' ll tear through the park | |
| On donuts and Milk of Magnesia | |
| And I' ll read you a poem | |
| Of blue skies and eyes | |
| In your sockets that bring them together | |
| In your sockets that bring them together | |
| Are your thighs ever tender? | |
| As they swell in my hands | |
| And are warmed by the spit of my kisses | |
| But I will just graze you | |
| Like the sun does on grass | |
| And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
| And pick at your flesh like an eagle | |
| If this war' s ever over | |
| They' ll separate us | |
| Leaving video tapes to remember | |
| I' ll go back to Texas | |
| And try not to think | |
| Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple | |
| Of Thanksgiving waves that can cripple |