- Hot Chip Playboy 歌詞
- Hot Chip
- April, the cruelest month
I reckon this much could be a contender
Theres only so much sorrow a man can take
I cant change my face,
Dont you remember
You know when
I was on the road
That me and you was on the rocks, so low
Should never have got talkin all that jive
Now theres only one way for me to stay alive
Drivin in my
Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay 20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin out
Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin round poppin with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin in my
Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay 20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin out
Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin round poppin with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay
So long to contentendedness
I reckon next time
Ill march in favor
So long Ive felt a blessedness
No more is this a taste
I want to savor
I Know how
I dig you on
You can know only see, so far
But never was there more to say
Less, to do, before, turn away
Drivin in my
Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay 20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin out
Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin round poppin with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay
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