- 歌詞
- 專輯列表
Stealing Angels
-
He Better Be Dead
作詞:Caroline Willia Cutbirth, Tayla Lynn, Leslie Satcher, Jennifer Anne Wayne
I've texted him twenty-one times And still my phone don't ring And my wild imagination, son, is makin' up scary things Makin' up scary things
No one shares a kiss like that And then just doesn't call Last night he promised me the world And now I'm gettin' nothing at all
He better be dead His house burnt down to the ground He better have two wheels hangin' off a crumblin' cliff Way I'm feelin' now
I swear his head better be pressed up against a gun After all the things we said If he still ain't called by now He better be dead
I don't like being done like this, that just ain't my style Little boys playin' games You know they really get me riled You know they really get me riled
If I weren't getting madder by the minute Then I'd be worried sick I know he knows I'm callin' So what the hell is it?
He better be dead 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 His house burnt down to the ground He better have two wheels hangin' off a crumblin' cliff Way I'm feelin' now
I swear his head better be pressed up against a gun After all the things we said If he still ain't called by now He better be
Dead as a doornail, cold as a stone Flat on the train track, whoa Traced on the floor, stiff as a board Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
He better be dead His house burnt down to the ground He better have two wheels hangin' off a crumblin' cliff Way I'm feelin' now
I swear his head better be pressed up against a gun After all the things we said If he still ain't called by now
He better be tied to a motel bed And cuffed, gagged and bound He better be dead That boy better be dead
I've texted him twenty-two times And still my phone don't ring
-
|