作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
(Difford/Tilbrook) | |
He stalks the club with cupid's toy | |
Foremost in his mind | |
Jacks his body into shape | |
And leaves the rest behind | |
He has a pea for a brain | |
A spud for a heart | |
A scar on his cheek | |
And a rubber duck in his bath | |
This boy doesn't give love | |
This boy doesn't get love | |
He stalks the club with eagle eyes | |
Springing on his heels | |
Likes to throw a hand of dice | |
Then hang them in his wheels | |
He has a crease in his jeans | |
A frown on his face | |
The scent of a man | |
Who thinks he has taste | |
She smiles as he buys her a drink | |
Standing at the end of the bar | |
He feels helpless when she looks in his eyes | |
Suddenly there's love in his heart | |
He stalks the club with such a smile | |
Forever on the move | |
He takes pride in looking smart | |
And knowing when to groove | |
He has a heart on a chain | |
His picture inside | |
A ring in one ear | |
Dark glasses at night |
zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
Difford Tilbrook | |
He stalks the club with cupid' s toy | |
Foremost in his mind | |
Jacks his body into shape | |
And leaves the rest behind | |
He has a pea for a brain | |
A spud for a heart | |
A scar on his cheek | |
And a rubber duck in his bath | |
This boy doesn' t give love | |
This boy doesn' t get love | |
He stalks the club with eagle eyes | |
Springing on his heels | |
Likes to throw a hand of dice | |
Then hang them in his wheels | |
He has a crease in his jeans | |
A frown on his face | |
The scent of a man | |
Who thinks he has taste | |
She smiles as he buys her a drink | |
Standing at the end of the bar | |
He feels helpless when she looks in his eyes | |
Suddenly there' s love in his heart | |
He stalks the club with such a smile | |
Forever on the move | |
He takes pride in looking smart | |
And knowing when to groove | |
He has a heart on a chain | |
His picture inside | |
A ring in one ear | |
Dark glasses at night |
zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
Difford Tilbrook | |
He stalks the club with cupid' s toy | |
Foremost in his mind | |
Jacks his body into shape | |
And leaves the rest behind | |
He has a pea for a brain | |
A spud for a heart | |
A scar on his cheek | |
And a rubber duck in his bath | |
This boy doesn' t give love | |
This boy doesn' t get love | |
He stalks the club with eagle eyes | |
Springing on his heels | |
Likes to throw a hand of dice | |
Then hang them in his wheels | |
He has a crease in his jeans | |
A frown on his face | |
The scent of a man | |
Who thinks he has taste | |
She smiles as he buys her a drink | |
Standing at the end of the bar | |
He feels helpless when she looks in his eyes | |
Suddenly there' s love in his heart | |
He stalks the club with such a smile | |
Forever on the move | |
He takes pride in looking smart | |
And knowing when to groove | |
He has a heart on a chain | |
His picture inside | |
A ring in one ear | |
Dark glasses at night |