1班串烧歌词
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Let's dance in style,
Let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait,
We're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best
But expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power
But we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit,
Life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won?? Turn our golden faces into the sun Praising our leaders,
We're getting in tune
The music's played by the madmen Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever
Forever and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever
Forever young
Some are like water
Some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat Sooner or later, they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young?
It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse Youth's like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn't happen today So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue We'll let them come true
Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever
Forever and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
T elephone
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor. Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor. Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, e h…
Can call all you want, but there's no one home, and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Call when you want, but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone
won't make me leave no faster.
Put my coat on faster, leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
'cause this is a disaster!
Callin' like a collector -sorry, I cannot answer!
Not that I don't like you, I'm just at a party.
And I am sick and tired of my phone r-ringing. Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station. T onight I'm not takin' no calls, 'cause I'll be dancin'. My telephone! M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub, and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
My telephone! M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub, and you're not gonna reach my telephone!。