Wait for your train in my car by the station
On the wheel, my hands are burning from the cold
What do you dream as you doze against the window?
And will you tell the dream when you come home?
Virility is in the house of lesser than
And in breakfast we get by on charm alone
The sun beats down on immaculate beige carpets
I flipped through the music that you left
All the old cassettes that lean against the wall
I ate all the peaches off the shelf
And I rearranged the cans into a poem
Vicious mobs of candy-ravers stalk the night
And methadonians sleep right where they stand
A weeping tranny is cradling a steak knife
And you're happily slugging
Rob Roys with your man
I fold all the sweaters in the drawer
And I smelled your smell and
I held one to my nose
Lay awake to the drizzle on window
As the swan neck of the fan sweeps back and forth
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Wait for your train in my car by the station
On the wheel, my hands are burning from the cold
What do you dream as you doze against the window?
And will you tell the dream when you come home?
Virility is in the house of lesser than
And in breakfast we get by on charm alone
The sun beats down on immaculate beige carpets
I flipped through the music that you left
All the old cassettes that lean against the wall
I ate all the peaches off the shelf
And I rearranged the cans into a poem
Vicious mobs of candy-ravers stalk the night
And methadonians sleep right where they stand
A weeping tranny is cradling a steak knife
And you're happily slugging
Rob Roys with your man
I fold all the sweaters in the drawer
And I smelled your smell and
I held one to my nose
Lay awake to the drizzle on window
As the swan neck of the fan sweeps back and forth
📝 纯歌词版本
Wait for your train in my car by the station
On the wheel, my hands are burning from the cold
What do you dream as you doze against the window?
And will you tell the dream when you come home?
Virility is in the house of lesser than
And in breakfast we get by on charm alone
The sun beats down on immaculate beige carpets
I flipped through the music that you left
All the old cassettes that lean against the wall
I ate all the peaches off the shelf
And I rearranged the cans into a poem
Vicious mobs of candy-ravers stalk the night
And methadonians sleep right where they stand
A weeping tranny is cradling a steak knife
And you're happily slugging
Rob Roys with your man
I fold all the sweaters in the drawer
And I smelled your smell and
I held one to my nose
Lay awake to the drizzle on window
As the swan neck of the fan sweeps back and forth
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Wait for your train in my car by the station
On the wheel, my hands are burning from the cold
What do you dream as you doze against the window?
And will you tell the dream when you come home?
Virility is in the house of lesser than
And in breakfast we get by on charm alone
The sun beats down on immaculate beige carpets
I flipped through the music that you left
All the old cassettes that lean against the wall
I ate all the peaches off the shelf
And I rearranged the cans into a poem
Vicious mobs of candy-ravers stalk the night
And methadonians sleep right where they stand
A weeping tranny is cradling a steak knife
And you're happily slugging
Rob Roys with your man
I fold all the sweaters in the drawer
And I smelled your smell and
I held one to my nose
Lay awake to the drizzle on window
As the swan neck of the fan sweeps back and forth
That Cuban girl
That brought me low
She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now
Her mouth was wide
And sweet as well
And now relentless hours...
I've been to Bangkok and I've been to Arkansas
I've been to Paris, France and Addis Ababa
Singin'
You should be
You should be doubly doubly
You should...
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That cuban girl
That brought me low
She had that skin so fine and red lips
Rose like now
...
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Album : The Game
Title : Crazy Little Thing Called Love
This thing called love,
I just can't handle it.
This thing called love,
I must...
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That Cuban girl
That brought me low
She had that s...