| Song | Hollywood Bungalow |
| Artist | Alien Fashion Show |
| Album | Alien Fashion Show |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Alien Fashion Show | |
| She's lookin' like a doll tonight | |
| my baby's got the swing | |
| lips like fire, the girl is wild | |
| she's my favorite thing | |
| when the music's died and we're drivin' home | |
| she whispers "Daddy, can't wait till we're alone" | |
| In our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow | |
| in our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow | |
| She's higher than a kite tonight | |
| my baby's got the swing | |
| lips like fire, the girl is wild | |
| she's my favorite thing | |
| when the music's died and we're drivin' home | |
| she whispers, "Daddy, can't wait till were alone" | |
| In our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow | |
| in our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow |
| zuo qu : Alien Fashion Show | |
| She' s lookin' like a doll tonight | |
| my baby' s got the swing | |
| lips like fire, the girl is wild | |
| she' s my favorite thing | |
| when the music' s died and we' re drivin' home | |
| she whispers " Daddy, can' t wait till we' re alone" | |
| In our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow | |
| in our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow | |
| She' s higher than a kite tonight | |
| my baby' s got the swing | |
| lips like fire, the girl is wild | |
| she' s my favorite thing | |
| when the music' s died and we' re drivin' home | |
| she whispers, " Daddy, can' t wait till were alone" | |
| In our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow | |
| in our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow |
| zuò qǔ : Alien Fashion Show | |
| She' s lookin' like a doll tonight | |
| my baby' s got the swing | |
| lips like fire, the girl is wild | |
| she' s my favorite thing | |
| when the music' s died and we' re drivin' home | |
| she whispers " Daddy, can' t wait till we' re alone" | |
| In our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow | |
| in our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow | |
| She' s higher than a kite tonight | |
| my baby' s got the swing | |
| lips like fire, the girl is wild | |
| she' s my favorite thing | |
| when the music' s died and we' re drivin' home | |
| she whispers, " Daddy, can' t wait till were alone" | |
| In our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow | |
| in our high up, shaketown, Hollywood Bungalow |