| Song | Moanin' |
| Artist | Art Blakey |
| Album | Moaning |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Timmons | |
| MOAN | |
| Swoon this is the same old blood rush with a new touch | |
| I am safe, quaint and eloquent | |
| But my bottom lip along with the top one too | |
| Is chapped and it\'s all thanks to you | |
| We all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss | |
| But it never came | |
| And we all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss | |
| It was but a game | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| (The bone, the bone) | |
| You trained these lips when they were champs | |
| And now they\'re itchin\' for a comeback | |
| So come back | |
| It\'s a shame that your claim to fame | |
| Hangs on someone else\'s name | |
| So come back | |
| Such a task and this is such a blast | |
| And such a task | |
| And such a task and this is such a blast | |
| And all that jazz | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste | |
| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade | |
| Be patient | |
| Behave | |
| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste | |
| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade | |
| Be patient | |
| Behave | |
| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste | |
| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade | |
| Be patient | |
| Behave | |
| You trained these lips when they were champs | |
| And now they\'re itchin\' for a comeback | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone |
| zuo qu : Timmons | |
| MOAN | |
| Swoon this is the same old blood rush with a new touch | |
| I am safe, quaint and eloquent | |
| But my bottom lip along with the top one too | |
| Is chapped and it' s all thanks to you | |
| We all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss | |
| But it never came | |
| And we all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss | |
| It was but a game | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| The bone, the bone | |
| You trained these lips when they were champs | |
| And now they' re itchin' for a comeback | |
| So come back | |
| It' s a shame that your claim to fame | |
| Hangs on someone else' s name | |
| So come back | |
| Such a task and this is such a blast | |
| And such a task | |
| And such a task and this is such a blast | |
| And all that jazz | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste | |
| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade | |
| Be patient | |
| Behave | |
| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste | |
| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade | |
| Be patient | |
| Behave | |
| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste | |
| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade | |
| Be patient | |
| Behave | |
| You trained these lips when they were champs | |
| And now they' re itchin' for a comeback | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone |
| zuò qǔ : Timmons | |
| MOAN | |
| Swoon this is the same old blood rush with a new touch | |
| I am safe, quaint and eloquent | |
| But my bottom lip along with the top one too | |
| Is chapped and it' s all thanks to you | |
| We all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss | |
| But it never came | |
| And we all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss | |
| It was but a game | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| The bone, the bone | |
| You trained these lips when they were champs | |
| And now they' re itchin' for a comeback | |
| So come back | |
| It' s a shame that your claim to fame | |
| Hangs on someone else' s name | |
| So come back | |
| Such a task and this is such a blast | |
| And such a task | |
| And such a task and this is such a blast | |
| And all that jazz | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste | |
| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade | |
| Be patient | |
| Behave | |
| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste | |
| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade | |
| Be patient | |
| Behave | |
| You have a dangerous face and illegal taste | |
| And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade | |
| Be patient | |
| Behave | |
| You trained these lips when they were champs | |
| And now they' re itchin' for a comeback | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone | |
| You have a moan all of your own | |
| And I can feel it down to the bone |