| Song | De Diva |
| Artist | Bettie Serveert |
| Album | LOG 22 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : VanDijk, Visser | |
| Evil thoughts & blue minds. | |
| Leave the cynics all far behind. | |
| If life is good, well, then it's OK. | |
| Don't try to fix a thing that isn't broke. | |
| Hiding in the basement, | |
| try to block my mind. | |
| How can people still believe | |
| in a world that isn't kind? | |
| Maybe I don't fit too well, | |
| but don't throw it in my face........ | |
| You know me, I'm a walking inconsistency. | |
| I'm so hard to please, | |
| I look twice at anything that's placed in front of me. | |
| That's why it's hard to understand | |
| how you can take me the way I am | |
| and not even change my attitude, | |
| but I'll try to change, if you want me to. | |
| De Diva, De Diva in denial; | |
| watch me going down in style. | |
| You know me, well, at least you're spending time with me. | |
| I seem so carefree, | |
| but I'm chained, restrained, by all those memories. | |
| Some say that I'm swell at first, | |
| then one day they turn around & curse | |
| and treat me like I don't belong | |
| but somehow, that just made me strong. | |
| And I push too hard, I push too soon, | |
| and I live it out on a paper moon. | |
| Then you take me in, when I've had enough. | |
| Ain't that what they call love? | |
| De Diva, De Diva in denial; | |
| watch me going down in style. | |
| That's why it's hard to understand | |
| why you can take me the way I am | |
| and not even change my attitude, | |
| but I'll try to change, if you want me to. | |
| And I push too hard, I push too soon, | |
| and I live it out on a paper moon. | |
| Will you take me in, when I've had enough. | |
| Ain't that what they call love? |
| zuo ci : VanDijk, Visser | |
| Evil thoughts blue minds. | |
| Leave the cynics all far behind. | |
| If life is good, well, then it' s OK. | |
| Don' t try to fix a thing that isn' t broke. | |
| Hiding in the basement, | |
| try to block my mind. | |
| How can people still believe | |
| in a world that isn' t kind? | |
| Maybe I don' t fit too well, | |
| but don' t throw it in my face........ | |
| You know me, I' m a walking inconsistency. | |
| I' m so hard to please, | |
| I look twice at anything that' s placed in front of me. | |
| That' s why it' s hard to understand | |
| how you can take me the way I am | |
| and not even change my attitude, | |
| but I' ll try to change, if you want me to. | |
| De Diva, De Diva in denial | |
| watch me going down in style. | |
| You know me, well, at least you' re spending time with me. | |
| I seem so carefree, | |
| but I' m chained, restrained, by all those memories. | |
| Some say that I' m swell at first, | |
| then one day they turn around curse | |
| and treat me like I don' t belong | |
| but somehow, that just made me strong. | |
| And I push too hard, I push too soon, | |
| and I live it out on a paper moon. | |
| Then you take me in, when I' ve had enough. | |
| Ain' t that what they call love? | |
| De Diva, De Diva in denial | |
| watch me going down in style. | |
| That' s why it' s hard to understand | |
| why you can take me the way I am | |
| and not even change my attitude, | |
| but I' ll try to change, if you want me to. | |
| And I push too hard, I push too soon, | |
| and I live it out on a paper moon. | |
| Will you take me in, when I' ve had enough. | |
| Ain' t that what they call love? |
| zuò cí : VanDijk, Visser | |
| Evil thoughts blue minds. | |
| Leave the cynics all far behind. | |
| If life is good, well, then it' s OK. | |
| Don' t try to fix a thing that isn' t broke. | |
| Hiding in the basement, | |
| try to block my mind. | |
| How can people still believe | |
| in a world that isn' t kind? | |
| Maybe I don' t fit too well, | |
| but don' t throw it in my face........ | |
| You know me, I' m a walking inconsistency. | |
| I' m so hard to please, | |
| I look twice at anything that' s placed in front of me. | |
| That' s why it' s hard to understand | |
| how you can take me the way I am | |
| and not even change my attitude, | |
| but I' ll try to change, if you want me to. | |
| De Diva, De Diva in denial | |
| watch me going down in style. | |
| You know me, well, at least you' re spending time with me. | |
| I seem so carefree, | |
| but I' m chained, restrained, by all those memories. | |
| Some say that I' m swell at first, | |
| then one day they turn around curse | |
| and treat me like I don' t belong | |
| but somehow, that just made me strong. | |
| And I push too hard, I push too soon, | |
| and I live it out on a paper moon. | |
| Then you take me in, when I' ve had enough. | |
| Ain' t that what they call love? | |
| De Diva, De Diva in denial | |
| watch me going down in style. | |
| That' s why it' s hard to understand | |
| why you can take me the way I am | |
| and not even change my attitude, | |
| but I' ll try to change, if you want me to. | |
| And I push too hard, I push too soon, | |
| and I live it out on a paper moon. | |
| Will you take me in, when I' ve had enough. | |
| Ain' t that what they call love? |