| Song | Calumny |
| Artist | Christine McVie |
| Album | In The Meantime |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Perfect | |
| My love sits like a curse | |
| Voodoo from the past | |
| I know that' | |
| I'm not a fool | |
| Tied here to the mast | |
| And every single day | |
| Tight around my heart | |
| No hope of cutting loose | |
| Then he sings to me | |
| So soft and sweet | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| I'm teased so by my love | |
| Won't you let me rest in peace | |
| His wheels go spinning round | |
| A hundred miles at least | |
| Torn, the petals drop | |
| He picks them one by one | |
| Testing out our love | |
| By proving that it's gone | |
| Then he sings to me | |
| So soft and sweet | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Then he sings to me | |
| So soft and sweet | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny |
| zuo qu : Perfect | |
| My love sits like a curse | |
| Voodoo from the past | |
| I know that' | |
| I' m not a fool | |
| Tied here to the mast | |
| And every single day | |
| Tight around my heart | |
| No hope of cutting loose | |
| Then he sings to me | |
| So soft and sweet | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| I' m teased so by my love | |
| Won' t you let me rest in peace | |
| His wheels go spinning round | |
| A hundred miles at least | |
| Torn, the petals drop | |
| He picks them one by one | |
| Testing out our love | |
| By proving that it' s gone | |
| Then he sings to me | |
| So soft and sweet | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Then he sings to me | |
| So soft and sweet | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny |
| zuò qǔ : Perfect | |
| My love sits like a curse | |
| Voodoo from the past | |
| I know that' | |
| I' m not a fool | |
| Tied here to the mast | |
| And every single day | |
| Tight around my heart | |
| No hope of cutting loose | |
| Then he sings to me | |
| So soft and sweet | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| I' m teased so by my love | |
| Won' t you let me rest in peace | |
| His wheels go spinning round | |
| A hundred miles at least | |
| Torn, the petals drop | |
| He picks them one by one | |
| Testing out our love | |
| By proving that it' s gone | |
| Then he sings to me | |
| So soft and sweet | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Then he sings to me | |
| So soft and sweet | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny | |
| Calumny calumny | |
| Oh sweet calumny |