| Song | Words So Leisured |
| Artist | Franz Ferdinand |
| Album | Take Me Out |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| She's an emotion avenger | |
| She is the villain who sends a | |
| Line of dark fantastic passion | |
| She knows that you will surrender | |
| Knows that you will surrender | |
| You want this fantastic passion | |
| We'll have fantastic passion | |
| You can feel her lips undress your eyes | |
| Why should ugly skin that never feels... | |
| Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it | |
| This one is an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it | |
| Words of love, words so leisured | |
| Words are poisoned darts of pleasure | |
| Die... | |
| Yes, she's in her black mood tonight | |
| Watch her dye your black hair white | |
| Rob you of your muscles, slacken | |
| All the skin that was so tight | |
| So ask for a reason | |
| Ask for any reason | |
| Ask for the one reply | |
| For the one reply | |
| Try for reason | |
| But passion never lives | |
| It dies with reason | |
| Try for reason | |
| Then die... |
| She' s an emotion avenger | |
| She is the villain who sends a | |
| Line of dark fantastic passion | |
| She knows that you will surrender | |
| Knows that you will surrender | |
| You want this fantastic passion | |
| We' ll have fantastic passion | |
| You can feel her lips undress your eyes | |
| Why should ugly skin that never feels... | |
| Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it | |
| This one is an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it | |
| Words of love, words so leisured | |
| Words are poisoned darts of pleasure | |
| Die... | |
| Yes, she' s in her black mood tonight | |
| Watch her dye your black hair white | |
| Rob you of your muscles, slacken | |
| All the skin that was so tight | |
| So ask for a reason | |
| Ask for any reason | |
| Ask for the one reply | |
| For the one reply | |
| Try for reason | |
| But passion never lives | |
| It dies with reason | |
| Try for reason | |
| Then die... |
| She' s an emotion avenger | |
| She is the villain who sends a | |
| Line of dark fantastic passion | |
| She knows that you will surrender | |
| Knows that you will surrender | |
| You want this fantastic passion | |
| We' ll have fantastic passion | |
| You can feel her lips undress your eyes | |
| Why should ugly skin that never feels... | |
| Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it | |
| This one is an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it | |
| Words of love, words so leisured | |
| Words are poisoned darts of pleasure | |
| Die... | |
| Yes, she' s in her black mood tonight | |
| Watch her dye your black hair white | |
| Rob you of your muscles, slacken | |
| All the skin that was so tight | |
| So ask for a reason | |
| Ask for any reason | |
| Ask for the one reply | |
| For the one reply | |
| Try for reason | |
| But passion never lives | |
| It dies with reason | |
| Try for reason | |
| Then die... |