| Song | Wet Dog Afternoon |
| Artist | Page France |
| Album | Page France and the Family Telephone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nav | |
| Dear Jenna, it's a wet dog afternoon | |
| And it smells like this just because you want it to | |
| You feel big enough in a red cheek aftershock | |
| And when the sinker swam you couldn't get them all to stop | |
| You ran home, my love | |
| When the horns began to blow | |
| You were late again | |
| For the constellation show | |
| Now, you're done, my love | |
| They won't open up the gates | |
| So beg all you want | |
| They warn you never to be late, babe | |
| Now, it looks like rain for the both of us | |
| Now, it looks like rain for all of us | |
| Bugle lungs, you sang such a pretty song | |
| It goes on and on | |
| And yet it never feels too long | |
| You feel small, my love, climbing up a yellow spine | |
| You're not tall enough to say you've ever seen the sky | |
| So, run home, my sweet | |
| I've no other horns to blow | |
| It was all a tease and we're all laughing at you now | |
| But we're done, my love | |
| Go and get yourself some sleep | |
| I still love you, dear | |
| Perhaps it gets the best of me sometimes | |
| When it looks like you're about to cry | |
| When it looks like you're about to cry | |
| And it looks like you're about to cry | |
| It looks like you're about to cry | |
| It looks like you're about to cry |
| zuo qu : Nav | |
| Dear Jenna, it' s a wet dog afternoon | |
| And it smells like this just because you want it to | |
| You feel big enough in a red cheek aftershock | |
| And when the sinker swam you couldn' t get them all to stop | |
| You ran home, my love | |
| When the horns began to blow | |
| You were late again | |
| For the constellation show | |
| Now, you' re done, my love | |
| They won' t open up the gates | |
| So beg all you want | |
| They warn you never to be late, babe | |
| Now, it looks like rain for the both of us | |
| Now, it looks like rain for all of us | |
| Bugle lungs, you sang such a pretty song | |
| It goes on and on | |
| And yet it never feels too long | |
| You feel small, my love, climbing up a yellow spine | |
| You' re not tall enough to say you' ve ever seen the sky | |
| So, run home, my sweet | |
| I' ve no other horns to blow | |
| It was all a tease and we' re all laughing at you now | |
| But we' re done, my love | |
| Go and get yourself some sleep | |
| I still love you, dear | |
| Perhaps it gets the best of me sometimes | |
| When it looks like you' re about to cry | |
| When it looks like you' re about to cry | |
| And it looks like you' re about to cry | |
| It looks like you' re about to cry | |
| It looks like you' re about to cry |
| zuò qǔ : Nav | |
| Dear Jenna, it' s a wet dog afternoon | |
| And it smells like this just because you want it to | |
| You feel big enough in a red cheek aftershock | |
| And when the sinker swam you couldn' t get them all to stop | |
| You ran home, my love | |
| When the horns began to blow | |
| You were late again | |
| For the constellation show | |
| Now, you' re done, my love | |
| They won' t open up the gates | |
| So beg all you want | |
| They warn you never to be late, babe | |
| Now, it looks like rain for the both of us | |
| Now, it looks like rain for all of us | |
| Bugle lungs, you sang such a pretty song | |
| It goes on and on | |
| And yet it never feels too long | |
| You feel small, my love, climbing up a yellow spine | |
| You' re not tall enough to say you' ve ever seen the sky | |
| So, run home, my sweet | |
| I' ve no other horns to blow | |
| It was all a tease and we' re all laughing at you now | |
| But we' re done, my love | |
| Go and get yourself some sleep | |
| I still love you, dear | |
| Perhaps it gets the best of me sometimes | |
| When it looks like you' re about to cry | |
| When it looks like you' re about to cry | |
| And it looks like you' re about to cry | |
| It looks like you' re about to cry | |
| It looks like you' re about to cry |