| Song | Battered broken |
| Artist | Jude |
| Album | No One is Really Beautiful |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Christodal | |
| Everything had to be exactly as you had planned it | |
| Everything had to be exactly as you designed | |
| The sadness inside you was lost on exactly no one | |
| And there's nothing heroic or stoic in being a mime | |
| Hey little girl is there room inside your world | |
| For a groom without a pearl or a diamond on his mind | |
| Did you think that for a second on the brink | |
| That you could let me take a drink and bet that would not climb inside over my primly pride | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| See you walking down the hall kinda tall it isn't all like | |
| Bacall and | |
| I'm gonna pucker up and blow you right out of the seams of your suits and the dreams will be roots for the teams in cahoots | |
| My demons loving you | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Chorus: There is only so much | |
| I can give without return and | |
| Maybe a song | |
| Maybe a few | |
| Maybe not | |
| Maybe, finally **** it and just take a shot | |
| And I battered, broken barely hoping remade token | |
| I would crawl back to you and say thanks | |
| I needed that | |
| It's been a while | |
| I would crawl back to you and say thanks | |
| I needed that | |
| It's been a while | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Smoother skinned than most she was and beautiful and just because | |
| I thought | |
| I'd be a doomsday gift | |
| I placed the rift | |
| Callous first and cavalier dropping verses she could hear the sad refrain of inner pain | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Chorus I'm gonna grope | |
| I'm gonna grasp ' | |
| Cause I must | |
| It's my rope and my ass and my doom for my lusting of you | |
| Throw me a thin spider line, | |
| I'll be fine, as | |
| I climb the mine to my divine | |
| Chorus (Repeat 3X) |
| zuo qu : Christodal | |
| Everything had to be exactly as you had planned it | |
| Everything had to be exactly as you designed | |
| The sadness inside you was lost on exactly no one | |
| And there' s nothing heroic or stoic in being a mime | |
| Hey little girl is there room inside your world | |
| For a groom without a pearl or a diamond on his mind | |
| Did you think that for a second on the brink | |
| That you could let me take a drink and bet that would not climb inside over my primly pride | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| See you walking down the hall kinda tall it isn' t all like | |
| Bacall and | |
| I' m gonna pucker up and blow you right out of the seams of your suits and the dreams will be roots for the teams in cahoots | |
| My demons loving you | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Chorus: There is only so much | |
| I can give without return and | |
| Maybe a song | |
| Maybe a few | |
| Maybe not | |
| Maybe, finally it and just take a shot | |
| And I battered, broken barely hoping remade token | |
| I would crawl back to you and say thanks | |
| I needed that | |
| It' s been a while | |
| I would crawl back to you and say thanks | |
| I needed that | |
| It' s been a while | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Smoother skinned than most she was and beautiful and just because | |
| I thought | |
| I' d be a doomsday gift | |
| I placed the rift | |
| Callous first and cavalier dropping verses she could hear the sad refrain of inner pain | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Chorus I' m gonna grope | |
| I' m gonna grasp ' | |
| Cause I must | |
| It' s my rope and my ass and my doom for my lusting of you | |
| Throw me a thin spider line, | |
| I' ll be fine, as | |
| I climb the mine to my divine | |
| Chorus Repeat 3X |
| zuò qǔ : Christodal | |
| Everything had to be exactly as you had planned it | |
| Everything had to be exactly as you designed | |
| The sadness inside you was lost on exactly no one | |
| And there' s nothing heroic or stoic in being a mime | |
| Hey little girl is there room inside your world | |
| For a groom without a pearl or a diamond on his mind | |
| Did you think that for a second on the brink | |
| That you could let me take a drink and bet that would not climb inside over my primly pride | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| See you walking down the hall kinda tall it isn' t all like | |
| Bacall and | |
| I' m gonna pucker up and blow you right out of the seams of your suits and the dreams will be roots for the teams in cahoots | |
| My demons loving you | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Chorus: There is only so much | |
| I can give without return and | |
| Maybe a song | |
| Maybe a few | |
| Maybe not | |
| Maybe, finally it and just take a shot | |
| And I battered, broken barely hoping remade token | |
| I would crawl back to you and say thanks | |
| I needed that | |
| It' s been a while | |
| I would crawl back to you and say thanks | |
| I needed that | |
| It' s been a while | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Smoother skinned than most she was and beautiful and just because | |
| I thought | |
| I' d be a doomsday gift | |
| I placed the rift | |
| Callous first and cavalier dropping verses she could hear the sad refrain of inner pain | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| Chorus I' m gonna grope | |
| I' m gonna grasp ' | |
| Cause I must | |
| It' s my rope and my ass and my doom for my lusting of you | |
| Throw me a thin spider line, | |
| I' ll be fine, as | |
| I climb the mine to my divine | |
| Chorus Repeat 3X |