| Song | Use Me (Long Version) |
| Artist | Grace Jones |
| Album | Ultimate Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bill Withers | |
| J'ai les glands with your theatrics, | |
| Your acting's a drag, | |
| It's ok on tv, but you can turn it off, | |
| Your marriage is a tragedy, | |
| But it's not my concern, | |
| I'm very superficial i hate everything official, | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) | |
| Your sentimental gestures only bore me to death, | |
| You've made a deaperate appeal, now save your breath, | |
| Attachment to obligation, through guilt and regret, shit thats so wet | |
| And your sex life complications are not my facinations, | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) oh! | |
| You asked my advice i say use the door, | |
| But your still clinging to somebody you deplore, | |
| And now you wanna use me for emotional blackmail, | |
| I just feel pity when you lie, contempt when you cry, | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) oh! | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x8) |
| zuo qu : Bill Withers | |
| J' ai les glands with your theatrics, | |
| Your acting' s a drag, | |
| It' s ok on tv, but you can turn it off, | |
| Your marriage is a tragedy, | |
| But it' s not my concern, | |
| I' m very superficial i hate everything official, | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out, x2 | |
| Your sentimental gestures only bore me to death, | |
| You' ve made a deaperate appeal, now save your breath, | |
| Attachment to obligation, through guilt and regret, shit thats so wet | |
| And your sex life complications are not my facinations, | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out, x2 oh! | |
| You asked my advice i say use the door, | |
| But your still clinging to somebody you deplore, | |
| And now you wanna use me for emotional blackmail, | |
| I just feel pity when you lie, contempt when you cry, | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out, x2 oh! | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out, x8 |
| zuò qǔ : Bill Withers | |
| J' ai les glands with your theatrics, | |
| Your acting' s a drag, | |
| It' s ok on tv, but you can turn it off, | |
| Your marriage is a tragedy, | |
| But it' s not my concern, | |
| I' m very superficial i hate everything official, | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out, x2 | |
| Your sentimental gestures only bore me to death, | |
| You' ve made a deaperate appeal, now save your breath, | |
| Attachment to obligation, through guilt and regret, shit thats so wet | |
| And your sex life complications are not my facinations, | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out, x2 oh! | |
| You asked my advice i say use the door, | |
| But your still clinging to somebody you deplore, | |
| And now you wanna use me for emotional blackmail, | |
| I just feel pity when you lie, contempt when you cry, | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out, x2 oh! | |
| Your private life drama, baby, leave me out, x8 |