Nhạc sĩ: Steven Tyler
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
You keep knocking but you can't come in
The way you love by your door
You always come, never know where you've been
But now I'm here, baby,
to even the score You're up,
you're down,
you're always running
in Vegas Try a Yacht-A-Long if you please
You're always begging me for a taste
But I ain't up to snuff if you sneeze
Yack,
yack,
yack,
Lord,
you give me the bends Your heads in jail,
my poor Aqualung
Like the reason my dog
has so many friends He'll wax his tail instead of his tongue
Your older sister,
she's a lot like you She likes to *** my microphone
Now there ain't too much she won't do
Especially when we're all alone
You're up,
you're down,
you're always going on in place
Try a Yacht-A-Long if you please
Her mind's on rewind and erase
Or you might get shot there when you're shooting the breeze
Yack, yack, yack, Lord, you give me the bends
Your heads in jail, my poor Aqualung
Like the reason my dog has so many friends
He'll wax his tail instead of his tongue
Like the reason my dog has so many friends
He'll wax his tail instead of his tongue
Your older sister,
she's a lot like you There ain't too much she won't do
There's always something that you've got to say
I lose my mind and then I'll surely fade away
Yack,
yack,
yack,
Lord,
you give me the bends Your heads in jail,
now look what you've done
Like the reason my dog has so many friends
He'll wax his tail instead of his tongue
Like the reason my dog has so many
friends He'll wax his tail instead of his tongue
Like the reason my dog has so many friends
He'll wax his tail instead of his tongue