| 作曲 : Blackman, Wilder | |
| Who wouldn't want a good girl | |
| A soft hand | |
| A gentle woman for a gentleman? | |
| He said, "It's been fine so far but | |
| After a while, I want more than a soft style. | |
| I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes." | |
| And so the bedroom became the black room | |
| But a year later he wanted something more | |
| Something I wasn't quite prepared for | |
| He said, "Every woman has an itch | |
| And every nice girl secretly wants to switch." | |
| I like how the skins look on your white hands | |
| I'd like you to deliver one of my demands." | |
| He said, "Every woman has an itch | |
| And every nice girl wants to switch." | |
| He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles | |
| And said, "God never gives you more than you can handle." | |
| I sat astride his chest | |
| "It's just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed | |
| "It's just breath control." | |
| "It's just breath control." | |
| He whispered, "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back | |
| He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back | |
| It's just breath control, just breath control | |
| I saw him go pale, I saw him seize up | |
| I felt something creep up, like a taste for this | |
| Like a reward, a kind of love, a kind of lustmord | |
| It was a minute, then three, then five, then ten | |
| He wasn't coming up again | |
| I held on for twelve | |
| I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still | |
| I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand | |
| "It's just a thrill" I said | |
| As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed | |
| I sat aside his chest | |
| "It's just a thrill," he said | |
| "Just a thrill. It's just breath control | |
| It's just breath control | |
| Just breath control | |
| It's just breath control | |
| When it was over, I slipped off the skins | |
| And drowned them in the river where we used to swim | |
| And a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man | |
| He said, "I know you're looking for something that's hard to find | |
| And I think I have what you have in mind." | |
| And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face... | |
| "It's just control." |
| zuo qu : Blackman, Wilder | |
| Who wouldn' t want a good girl | |
| A soft hand | |
| A gentle woman for a gentleman? | |
| He said, " It' s been fine so far but | |
| After a while, I want more than a soft style. | |
| I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes." | |
| And so the bedroom became the black room | |
| But a year later he wanted something more | |
| Something I wasn' t quite prepared for | |
| He said, " Every woman has an itch | |
| And every nice girl secretly wants to switch." | |
| I like how the skins look on your white hands | |
| I' d like you to deliver one of my demands." | |
| He said, " Every woman has an itch | |
| And every nice girl wants to switch." | |
| He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles | |
| And said, " God never gives you more than you can handle." | |
| I sat astride his chest | |
| " It' s just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed | |
| " It' s just breath control." | |
| " It' s just breath control." | |
| He whispered, " Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back | |
| He whispered " Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back | |
| It' s just breath control, just breath control | |
| I saw him go pale, I saw him seize up | |
| I felt something creep up, like a taste for this | |
| Like a reward, a kind of love, a kind of lustmord | |
| It was a minute, then three, then five, then ten | |
| He wasn' t coming up again | |
| I held on for twelve | |
| I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still | |
| I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand | |
| " It' s just a thrill" I said | |
| As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed | |
| I sat aside his chest | |
| " It' s just a thrill," he said | |
| " Just a thrill. It' s just breath control | |
| It' s just breath control | |
| Just breath control | |
| It' s just breath control | |
| When it was over, I slipped off the skins | |
| And drowned them in the river where we used to swim | |
| And a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man | |
| He said, " I know you' re looking for something that' s hard to find | |
| And I think I have what you have in mind." | |
| And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face... | |
| " It' s just control." |
| zuò qǔ : Blackman, Wilder | |
| Who wouldn' t want a good girl | |
| A soft hand | |
| A gentle woman for a gentleman? | |
| He said, " It' s been fine so far but | |
| After a while, I want more than a soft style. | |
| I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes." | |
| And so the bedroom became the black room | |
| But a year later he wanted something more | |
| Something I wasn' t quite prepared for | |
| He said, " Every woman has an itch | |
| And every nice girl secretly wants to switch." | |
| I like how the skins look on your white hands | |
| I' d like you to deliver one of my demands." | |
| He said, " Every woman has an itch | |
| And every nice girl wants to switch." | |
| He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles | |
| And said, " God never gives you more than you can handle." | |
| I sat astride his chest | |
| " It' s just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed | |
| " It' s just breath control." | |
| " It' s just breath control." | |
| He whispered, " Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back | |
| He whispered " Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back | |
| It' s just breath control, just breath control | |
| I saw him go pale, I saw him seize up | |
| I felt something creep up, like a taste for this | |
| Like a reward, a kind of love, a kind of lustmord | |
| It was a minute, then three, then five, then ten | |
| He wasn' t coming up again | |
| I held on for twelve | |
| I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still | |
| I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand | |
| " It' s just a thrill" I said | |
| As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed | |
| I sat aside his chest | |
| " It' s just a thrill," he said | |
| " Just a thrill. It' s just breath control | |
| It' s just breath control | |
| Just breath control | |
| It' s just breath control | |
| When it was over, I slipped off the skins | |
| And drowned them in the river where we used to swim | |
| And a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man | |
| He said, " I know you' re looking for something that' s hard to find | |
| And I think I have what you have in mind." | |
| And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face... | |
| " It' s just control." |
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