| Song | Don't Make No Promises (Your Body Can't Keep) |
| Artist | Scorpions |
| Album | Animal Magnetism |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jabs, Rarebell | |
| Lyrics:Herman Rarebell Music:Matthias Jabs | |
| I saw this girl walking down the street | |
| I thought, oh yeah, she looks rather neat | |
| I grabbed my chance and played my usual game | |
| I tell you man, it can be a strain | |
| She didn't wanna know what I'd got to say | |
| Just shook her head and looked the other way | |
| And then she said, I've met your type before | |
| For me you're all the same, you're such a bore | |
| Oh no, don't make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can't keep | |
| Next day, can you believe, she was at the show | |
| She said, hey man, you're great and she took me home | |
| She started to undress, what a shock to see | |
| Padded bra, blonde wig, not much left for me | |
| Oh no, don't make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can't keep | |
| Oh no, don't make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can't keep | |
| Oh no, don't make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can't keep | |
| Oh no, don't make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can't keep |
| zuo ci : Jabs, Rarebell | |
| Lyrics: Herman Rarebell Music: Matthias Jabs | |
| I saw this girl walking down the street | |
| I thought, oh yeah, she looks rather neat | |
| I grabbed my chance and played my usual game | |
| I tell you man, it can be a strain | |
| She didn' t wanna know what I' d got to say | |
| Just shook her head and looked the other way | |
| And then she said, I' ve met your type before | |
| For me you' re all the same, you' re such a bore | |
| Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
| Next day, can you believe, she was at the show | |
| She said, hey man, you' re great and she took me home | |
| She started to undress, what a shock to see | |
| Padded bra, blonde wig, not much left for me | |
| Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
| Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
| Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
| Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can' t keep |
| zuò cí : Jabs, Rarebell | |
| Lyrics: Herman Rarebell Music: Matthias Jabs | |
| I saw this girl walking down the street | |
| I thought, oh yeah, she looks rather neat | |
| I grabbed my chance and played my usual game | |
| I tell you man, it can be a strain | |
| She didn' t wanna know what I' d got to say | |
| Just shook her head and looked the other way | |
| And then she said, I' ve met your type before | |
| For me you' re all the same, you' re such a bore | |
| Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
| Next day, can you believe, she was at the show | |
| She said, hey man, you' re great and she took me home | |
| She started to undress, what a shock to see | |
| Padded bra, blonde wig, not much left for me | |
| Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
| Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
| Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can' t keep | |
| Oh no, don' t make no promises | |
| Oh no, your body can' t keep |