| Song | Catform |
| Artist | Rogue Wave |
| Album | Descended Like Vultures |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rogue | |
| Legless, with the powerder puff you've got light, still cannot read and the mattress is two bored-out eyes supposed to be a lightening bolt but as | |
| I lie in bed it's been middle class middle thoughts, middle as | |
| C tantric forms of intercourse no divorce, drunk as a horse and the waitress is the only one who can speak and say what she means as | |
| I lie awake it's been | |
| Camelot I can a lot, it's kennel and key as she's waiting stroking my hair choking places stroking my tie princes with the dollar eyes morning fries and light-up | |
| TV and advances in the sweater vest picking homes, picking out cheese as | |
| I lie to them second wallabee second son what happened to me |
| zuo qu : Rogue | |
| Legless, with the powerder puff you' ve got light, still cannot read and the mattress is two boredout eyes supposed to be a lightening bolt but as | |
| I lie in bed it' s been middle class middle thoughts, middle as | |
| C tantric forms of intercourse no divorce, drunk as a horse and the waitress is the only one who can speak and say what she means as | |
| I lie awake it' s been | |
| Camelot I can a lot, it' s kennel and key as she' s waiting stroking my hair choking places stroking my tie princes with the dollar eyes morning fries and lightup | |
| TV and advances in the sweater vest picking homes, picking out cheese as | |
| I lie to them second wallabee second son what happened to me |
| zuò qǔ : Rogue | |
| Legless, with the powerder puff you' ve got light, still cannot read and the mattress is two boredout eyes supposed to be a lightening bolt but as | |
| I lie in bed it' s been middle class middle thoughts, middle as | |
| C tantric forms of intercourse no divorce, drunk as a horse and the waitress is the only one who can speak and say what she means as | |
| I lie awake it' s been | |
| Camelot I can a lot, it' s kennel and key as she' s waiting stroking my hair choking places stroking my tie princes with the dollar eyes morning fries and lightup | |
| TV and advances in the sweater vest picking homes, picking out cheese as | |
| I lie to them second wallabee second son what happened to me |