| Song | You're My Drug |
| Artist | The Dukes of Stratosphear |
| Album | Psonic Psunspot |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Johns | |
| You take me to heaven | |
| From deeper than hell ever dug | |
| And you fly me higher | |
| Than a trip on a magical rug | |
| Confessions unravel | |
| You bang with your gavel | |
| And here I stand guilty | |
| In a court where you are the judge | |
| You're the drug | |
| You've got to come on round | |
| And pick me up | |
| You've my drug | |
| And I don't ever know | |
| If I can give you up | |
| Well you bring me color | |
| Where once I had just black and white | |
| Now I have rainbows appearing | |
| Round here in the night | |
| Our true loving is growing | |
| And passion is flowing | |
| Well I don't need any cigarettes | |
| Or beer from a jug | |
| You're my drug | |
| You've got to come on round | |
| And pick me up | |
| You're my drug | |
| Well you can slow me down | |
| Or quick me up | |
| You're my drug | |
| Well you can spill me down | |
| And lick me up | |
| You're my drug | |
| And I don't ever know | |
| If I can give you up |
| zuo ci : Johns | |
| You take me to heaven | |
| From deeper than hell ever dug | |
| And you fly me higher | |
| Than a trip on a magical rug | |
| Confessions unravel | |
| You bang with your gavel | |
| And here I stand guilty | |
| In a court where you are the judge | |
| You' re the drug | |
| You' ve got to come on round | |
| And pick me up | |
| You' ve my drug | |
| And I don' t ever know | |
| If I can give you up | |
| Well you bring me color | |
| Where once I had just black and white | |
| Now I have rainbows appearing | |
| Round here in the night | |
| Our true loving is growing | |
| And passion is flowing | |
| Well I don' t need any cigarettes | |
| Or beer from a jug | |
| You' re my drug | |
| You' ve got to come on round | |
| And pick me up | |
| You' re my drug | |
| Well you can slow me down | |
| Or quick me up | |
| You' re my drug | |
| Well you can spill me down | |
| And lick me up | |
| You' re my drug | |
| And I don' t ever know | |
| If I can give you up |
| zuò cí : Johns | |
| You take me to heaven | |
| From deeper than hell ever dug | |
| And you fly me higher | |
| Than a trip on a magical rug | |
| Confessions unravel | |
| You bang with your gavel | |
| And here I stand guilty | |
| In a court where you are the judge | |
| You' re the drug | |
| You' ve got to come on round | |
| And pick me up | |
| You' ve my drug | |
| And I don' t ever know | |
| If I can give you up | |
| Well you bring me color | |
| Where once I had just black and white | |
| Now I have rainbows appearing | |
| Round here in the night | |
| Our true loving is growing | |
| And passion is flowing | |
| Well I don' t need any cigarettes | |
| Or beer from a jug | |
| You' re my drug | |
| You' ve got to come on round | |
| And pick me up | |
| You' re my drug | |
| Well you can slow me down | |
| Or quick me up | |
| You' re my drug | |
| Well you can spill me down | |
| And lick me up | |
| You' re my drug | |
| And I don' t ever know | |
| If I can give you up |