LRC歌词
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[00:25.160]Daddy bought you like a toy
[00:29.060]Mama taught you to be coy
[00:32.950]Make your bed down in the dirt
[00:36.830]Bow your head lift your skirt
[00:40.740]From your lips to my ears
[00:44.600]All down through your tender ears
[00:48.470]A poor little rich girl junk food heiress
[00:52.310]Born in forth world raised in
[00:56.150]ParisWell listen honey screwed the money
[00:59.990]I want you
[01:05.860]Your senses made you slow
[01:11.610]Wrote your name down in the book
[01:15.410]State the claim on how do you look
[01:19.360]I can't blame you if you think that
[01:23.200]Tie you to the kitchen sink
[01:27.080]Drain your pockets drink your blood
[01:31.000]Drag you through the muck and mud
[01:34.720]Must be said you made your bed but
[01:39.180]I want you
[01:58.080]It's the way your hair falls in your face
[02:04.240]And the way you move from place to place
[02:13.760]It's the way you wear your curse
[02:17.480]As if there could be something worse than
[02:21.570]Trapped inside a glass house dying
[02:25.250]Waiting for the bricks to fly
[02:28.290]Oh my my my
[02:35.010]So he left you with no
[02:39.220]GodTrapped behind that cracked facade
[02:42.890]Had for a woman have a heart
[02:46.870]Not too down not too smart
[02:50.750]I will have once something clicks
[02:54.770]Eat you like a ton of bricks
[02:58.400]And circumstances been to break you
[03:02.450]Why oh why would
[03:04.470]God forsake you
[03:06.480]Vis-a-vis him or me
[03:11.030]Baby
[03:15.300]I don't care
[03:18.190]I want you
文本歌词
Daddy bought you like a toy
Mama taught you to be coy
Make your bed down in the dirt
Bow your head lift your skirt
From your lips to my ears
All down through your tender ears
A poor little rich girl junk food heiress
Born in forth world raised in
ParisWell listen honey screwed the money
I want you
Your senses made you slow
Wrote your name down in the book
State the claim on how do you look
I can't blame you if you think that
Tie you to the kitchen sink
Drain your pockets drink your blood
Drag you through the muck and mud
Must be said you made your bed but
I want you
It's the way your hair falls in your face
And the way you move from place to place
It's the way you wear your curse
As if there could be something worse than
Trapped inside a glass house dying
Waiting for the bricks to fly
Oh my my my
So he left you with no
GodTrapped behind that cracked facade
Had for a woman have a heart
Not too down not too smart
I will have once something clicks
Eat you like a ton of bricks
And circumstances been to break you
Why oh why would
God forsake you
Vis-a-vis him or me
Baby
I don't care
I want you