Going Downhill Fast Lyrics

	作词 : Hannon
	One butterfly
	Spies a glint in his eye,
	Birds sing as he cycles by.
	Oh! why should he feel sad?
	This world's not so bad, and besides,
	Woe betide he who would frown
	When natural beauty abounds.
	And now with wheels spinning free
	He's picking up speed.
	Two butterflies
	Tie knots in his stomach,
	They love it when he goes too fast.
	Wind whistles past,
	Whilst oceans of air
	That will mess up his hair,
	Though he no longer cares any more
	For overindulgence and vanity,
	Vacuous vice!
	Just once or twice,
	Thrice,
	Four times in five we forget we're alive
	And neglect to remind ourselves.
	Three butterflies
	Realise when it's time to depart,
	They have tickled his ribs
	They have fluttered his heart,
	But the starting is easy compared to the stop
	And the bottom is hard when compared to the top.
	Oh la la la la la etc...

	zuo ci : Hannon
	One butterfly
	Spies a glint in his eye,
	Birds sing as he cycles by.
	Oh! why should he feel sad?
	This world' s not so bad, and besides,
	Woe betide he who would frown
	When natural beauty abounds.
	And now with wheels spinning free
	He' s picking up speed.
	Two butterflies
	Tie knots in his stomach,
	They love it when he goes too fast.
	Wind whistles past,
	Whilst oceans of air
	That will mess up his hair,
	Though he no longer cares any more
	For overindulgence and vanity,
	Vacuous vice!
	Just once or twice,
	Thrice,
	Four times in five we forget we' re alive
	And neglect to remind ourselves.
	Three butterflies
	Realise when it' s time to depart,
	They have tickled his ribs
	They have fluttered his heart,
	But the starting is easy compared to the stop
	And the bottom is hard when compared to the top.
	Oh la la la la la etc...

	zuò cí : Hannon
	One butterfly
	Spies a glint in his eye,
	Birds sing as he cycles by.
	Oh! why should he feel sad?
	This world' s not so bad, and besides,
	Woe betide he who would frown
	When natural beauty abounds.
	And now with wheels spinning free
	He' s picking up speed.
	Two butterflies
	Tie knots in his stomach,
	They love it when he goes too fast.
	Wind whistles past,
	Whilst oceans of air
	That will mess up his hair,
	Though he no longer cares any more
	For overindulgence and vanity,
	Vacuous vice!
	Just once or twice,
	Thrice,
	Four times in five we forget we' re alive
	And neglect to remind ourselves.
	Three butterflies
	Realise when it' s time to depart,
	They have tickled his ribs
	They have fluttered his heart,
	But the starting is easy compared to the stop
	And the bottom is hard when compared to the top.
	Oh la la la la la etc...

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