| Song | Swim Back To Me |
| Artist | The Geraldine Fibbers |
| Album | Butch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bozulich, Fitzgerald | |
| Won't you look inside and see | |
| What's inside a girl like me? | |
| Rivers of blood pour from my eyes, | |
| Your careless heart I do despise. | |
| Sailing in a dunce cap revelry, | |
| Good morning on the bright blue sea. | |
| Check out all the peaches waving from the shore. | |
| Another taste of honey to kill or to ignore. | |
| Forget me so fine, but don't forget how willing was I. | |
| Swim back to me. | |
| Your sunken pearls adorn the depths | |
| Where your body rests | |
| Within the hands of fish and sand. | |
| Looking down I see your face | |
| Reflected in the waves, | |
| Touched upon by the rippling grace | |
| Of a watery grave. | |
| Your hand holds up a pretty shell. | |
| I'm ringing like a fire bell. | |
| Swim back to me. |
| zuo qu : Bozulich, Fitzgerald | |
| Won' t you look inside and see | |
| What' s inside a girl like me? | |
| Rivers of blood pour from my eyes, | |
| Your careless heart I do despise. | |
| Sailing in a dunce cap revelry, | |
| Good morning on the bright blue sea. | |
| Check out all the peaches waving from the shore. | |
| Another taste of honey to kill or to ignore. | |
| Forget me so fine, but don' t forget how willing was I. | |
| Swim back to me. | |
| Your sunken pearls adorn the depths | |
| Where your body rests | |
| Within the hands of fish and sand. | |
| Looking down I see your face | |
| Reflected in the waves, | |
| Touched upon by the rippling grace | |
| Of a watery grave. | |
| Your hand holds up a pretty shell. | |
| I' m ringing like a fire bell. | |
| Swim back to me. |
| zuò qǔ : Bozulich, Fitzgerald | |
| Won' t you look inside and see | |
| What' s inside a girl like me? | |
| Rivers of blood pour from my eyes, | |
| Your careless heart I do despise. | |
| Sailing in a dunce cap revelry, | |
| Good morning on the bright blue sea. | |
| Check out all the peaches waving from the shore. | |
| Another taste of honey to kill or to ignore. | |
| Forget me so fine, but don' t forget how willing was I. | |
| Swim back to me. | |
| Your sunken pearls adorn the depths | |
| Where your body rests | |
| Within the hands of fish and sand. | |
| Looking down I see your face | |
| Reflected in the waves, | |
| Touched upon by the rippling grace | |
| Of a watery grave. | |
| Your hand holds up a pretty shell. | |
| I' m ringing like a fire bell. | |
| Swim back to me. |