| Song | Could Be Cruel |
| Artist | McKinley |
| Album | Big Top Shop Talk |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McKinley | |
| (McKinley) | |
| One more night would do just beautifully. | |
| Crashing cymbal grand finale | |
| last-breath kiss and cymbal cracking high C | |
| flies out of me, or we moan a morbid harmony. | |
| A video clip for my library. | |
| Tender and obscene I back up on you, | |
| you into me. | |
| Tender and obscene you're into me. | |
| You could be, you could be cruel. | |
| You could be, you could be cruel, | |
| a careless, smoking Bogey, and I'll be | |
| I'll be Rosellini. | |
| Rosellini asking slap me, slap me, slap me. | |
| Beer backs down to the places you left. | |
| A slow hand inside pushing down | |
| brings back whiskey burn in my chest, | |
| whisker burn on my neck. I draw you | |
| black and white from way up here. | |
| You're barstool, camels and a beer. |
| zuo qu : McKinley | |
| McKinley | |
| One more night would do just beautifully. | |
| Crashing cymbal grand finale | |
| lastbreath kiss and cymbal cracking high C | |
| flies out of me, or we moan a morbid harmony. | |
| A video clip for my library. | |
| Tender and obscene I back up on you, | |
| you into me. | |
| Tender and obscene you' re into me. | |
| You could be, you could be cruel. | |
| You could be, you could be cruel, | |
| a careless, smoking Bogey, and I' ll be | |
| I' ll be Rosellini. | |
| Rosellini asking slap me, slap me, slap me. | |
| Beer backs down to the places you left. | |
| A slow hand inside pushing down | |
| brings back whiskey burn in my chest, | |
| whisker burn on my neck. I draw you | |
| black and white from way up here. | |
| You' re barstool, camels and a beer. |
| zuò qǔ : McKinley | |
| McKinley | |
| One more night would do just beautifully. | |
| Crashing cymbal grand finale | |
| lastbreath kiss and cymbal cracking high C | |
| flies out of me, or we moan a morbid harmony. | |
| A video clip for my library. | |
| Tender and obscene I back up on you, | |
| you into me. | |
| Tender and obscene you' re into me. | |
| You could be, you could be cruel. | |
| You could be, you could be cruel, | |
| a careless, smoking Bogey, and I' ll be | |
| I' ll be Rosellini. | |
| Rosellini asking slap me, slap me, slap me. | |
| Beer backs down to the places you left. | |
| A slow hand inside pushing down | |
| brings back whiskey burn in my chest, | |
| whisker burn on my neck. I draw you | |
| black and white from way up here. | |
| You' re barstool, camels and a beer. |