Lotus Eaters Lyrics
| Song | Lotus Eaters |
| Artist | Moloko |
| Album | Do You Like My Tight Sweater? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brydon, Murphy | |
| Spikey lady shiny queen don't you tell them what you've seen, | |
| Plastic people silicon never let them in your home, | |
| Don't become a middle man keep your mouth shut if you can, | |
| Don't you tell them what you know they will go anyway the wind blows, | |
| Be my best friend be my baby I'll be there for you maybe, | |
| Don't get on the roller coaster ya burn your fingers on the toasters, | |
| Just a fair weather friend gone when the summer end, | |
| They will look into your eyes tell you pretty perfume lies, | |
| Slinky slimy lotus eaters jeepers creepers get a load of those peepers, | |
| Talking all that mumbo jumbo people pass in solo limbo, | |
| See them slip see them slide but have you seen the nasty side, | |
| With all the smiling and kissing listen to the hiss hiss hissing, | |
| She slip she slide she don't know why she hide, | |
| Dizzy little missy with a twinkle in her eye bye bye, | |
| Finger lickin' good kill you if she could dig it when you're down send in the clown, | |
| Don't let them poke don't let them peek their friendly chat is cheap | |
| You look so fine you look so hip you're styling makes me trip, | |
| Take your place if they could these are the people in your neighbourhood, | |
| She slips she slides she don't know why she hide, | |
| Poking peeking sneaking cheating sniffing sliding, | |
| A running and hiding, | |
| Creeping crawling feeling and mauling, | |
| Fickle little tickles brains like pickles, | |
| She slip she slides she don't know why she hide, | |
| Dizzy little missy with a twinkle in her eye bye bye, | |
| Finger lickin' good kill you if she could dig it when you're down send in the clown, | |
| She slip she slid she don't know why she hide, | |
| Dizzy little missy with a twinkle in her eye bye bye, | |
| Finger lickin' good kill you if she could dig it when you're down send in the clown. |
| zuo ci : Brydon, Murphy | |
| Spikey lady shiny queen don' t you tell them what you' ve seen, | |
| Plastic people silicon never let them in your home, | |
| Don' t become a middle man keep your mouth shut if you can, | |
| Don' t you tell them what you know they will go anyway the wind blows, | |
| Be my best friend be my baby I' ll be there for you maybe, | |
| Don' t get on the roller coaster ya burn your fingers on the toasters, | |
| Just a fair weather friend gone when the summer end, | |
| They will look into your eyes tell you pretty perfume lies, | |
| Slinky slimy lotus eaters jeepers creepers get a load of those peepers, | |
| Talking all that mumbo jumbo people pass in solo limbo, | |
| See them slip see them slide but have you seen the nasty side, | |
| With all the smiling and kissing listen to the hiss hiss hissing, | |
| She slip she slide she don' t know why she hide, | |
| Dizzy little missy with a twinkle in her eye bye bye, | |
| Finger lickin' good kill you if she could dig it when you' re down send in the clown, | |
| Don' t let them poke don' t let them peek their friendly chat is cheap | |
| You look so fine you look so hip you' re styling makes me trip, | |
| Take your place if they could these are the people in your neighbourhood, | |
| She slips she slides she don' t know why she hide, | |
| Poking peeking sneaking cheating sniffing sliding, | |
| A running and hiding, | |
| Creeping crawling feeling and mauling, | |
| Fickle little tickles brains like pickles, | |
| She slip she slides she don' t know why she hide, | |
| Dizzy little missy with a twinkle in her eye bye bye, | |
| Finger lickin' good kill you if she could dig it when you' re down send in the clown, | |
| She slip she slid she don' t know why she hide, | |
| Dizzy little missy with a twinkle in her eye bye bye, | |
| Finger lickin' good kill you if she could dig it when you' re down send in the clown. |
| zuò cí : Brydon, Murphy | |
| Spikey lady shiny queen don' t you tell them what you' ve seen, | |
| Plastic people silicon never let them in your home, | |
| Don' t become a middle man keep your mouth shut if you can, | |
| Don' t you tell them what you know they will go anyway the wind blows, | |
| Be my best friend be my baby I' ll be there for you maybe, | |
| Don' t get on the roller coaster ya burn your fingers on the toasters, | |
| Just a fair weather friend gone when the summer end, | |
| They will look into your eyes tell you pretty perfume lies, | |
| Slinky slimy lotus eaters jeepers creepers get a load of those peepers, | |
| Talking all that mumbo jumbo people pass in solo limbo, | |
| See them slip see them slide but have you seen the nasty side, | |
| With all the smiling and kissing listen to the hiss hiss hissing, | |
| She slip she slide she don' t know why she hide, | |
| Dizzy little missy with a twinkle in her eye bye bye, | |
| Finger lickin' good kill you if she could dig it when you' re down send in the clown, | |
| Don' t let them poke don' t let them peek their friendly chat is cheap | |
| You look so fine you look so hip you' re styling makes me trip, | |
| Take your place if they could these are the people in your neighbourhood, | |
| She slips she slides she don' t know why she hide, | |
| Poking peeking sneaking cheating sniffing sliding, | |
| A running and hiding, | |
| Creeping crawling feeling and mauling, | |
| Fickle little tickles brains like pickles, | |
| She slip she slides she don' t know why she hide, | |
| Dizzy little missy with a twinkle in her eye bye bye, | |
| Finger lickin' good kill you if she could dig it when you' re down send in the clown, | |
| She slip she slid she don' t know why she hide, | |
| Dizzy little missy with a twinkle in her eye bye bye, | |
| Finger lickin' good kill you if she could dig it when you' re down send in the clown. |
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