| Song | Tenterhook |
| Artist | Orange Juice |
| Album | Rip It Up |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Collins | |
| And though I stood on tenterhooks | |
| I still took one last lingering look | |
| And there was so much left unsaid | |
| But as they say, you makes your bed | |
| But as they say, you makes your bed | |
| Yes, my sheets were always freshly laundered | |
| Together, you and I have changed the world | |
| As long as there was no blood spilt | |
| On my fresh white sheets | |
| I'm fit as a fiddle but so non-commital | |
| It's all I can do to stifle a smile | |
| It's all I can do to stifle a smile | |
| When you tell me Old Mother Earth's turning senile | |
| Mother Earth keeps turning and turning | |
| While, of course, our young hearts are yearning | |
| And when you tell me | |
| You tell me | |
| Oh when you tell me | |
| You tell me | |
| Don't make any bones about it | |
| You just tell me |
| zuo ci : Collins | |
| And though I stood on tenterhooks | |
| I still took one last lingering look | |
| And there was so much left unsaid | |
| But as they say, you makes your bed | |
| But as they say, you makes your bed | |
| Yes, my sheets were always freshly laundered | |
| Together, you and I have changed the world | |
| As long as there was no blood spilt | |
| On my fresh white sheets | |
| I' m fit as a fiddle but so noncommital | |
| It' s all I can do to stifle a smile | |
| It' s all I can do to stifle a smile | |
| When you tell me Old Mother Earth' s turning senile | |
| Mother Earth keeps turning and turning | |
| While, of course, our young hearts are yearning | |
| And when you tell me | |
| You tell me | |
| Oh when you tell me | |
| You tell me | |
| Don' t make any bones about it | |
| You just tell me |
| zuò cí : Collins | |
| And though I stood on tenterhooks | |
| I still took one last lingering look | |
| And there was so much left unsaid | |
| But as they say, you makes your bed | |
| But as they say, you makes your bed | |
| Yes, my sheets were always freshly laundered | |
| Together, you and I have changed the world | |
| As long as there was no blood spilt | |
| On my fresh white sheets | |
| I' m fit as a fiddle but so noncommital | |
| It' s all I can do to stifle a smile | |
| It' s all I can do to stifle a smile | |
| When you tell me Old Mother Earth' s turning senile | |
| Mother Earth keeps turning and turning | |
| While, of course, our young hearts are yearning | |
| And when you tell me | |
| You tell me | |
| Oh when you tell me | |
| You tell me | |
| Don' t make any bones about it | |
| You just tell me |