[00:00.00] 作词 : Ann Farina/Johnny Farina/Santo Farina
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Johnny Farina/Santo Farina/Ann Farina
[00:32.19]You wake up in the morning and you're smokin' like a house on fire.
[00:39.71]'Cause you've been out all night, and you're burnt down to the wire.
[00:47.36]I really love you baby, but you put me through the fire.
[00:52.78]Whoa.
[00:54.44]Your lifestyle...is killin me.
[01:02.13]Your lifestyle...is killin me.
[01:10.09]And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me.
[01:15.75]Whoa.
[01:17.75]Youre talkin' too much while you're driving in way too fast.
[01:25.26]And you never make sense 'cause you're too busy havin' a blast.
[01:33.08]I know we got no future 'cause you just can't remember the past.
[01:38.27]Whoa.
[01:39.95]Your lifestyle...is killin me.
[01:47.83]Your lifestyle...is killin me.
[01:55.58]And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me.
[02:01.33]Whoa.
[02:41.96]Pack my bags got one foot out the door.
[02:49.14]'Cause I can't take one more night on the killin' floor.
[02:56.46]I must be losin' my mind 'cause I think I'm comin' back for more.
[03:02.18]Whoa.
[03:04.00]Your lifestyle...is killin me.
[03:11.56]Your lifestyle...is killin me.
[03:19.22]And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me.
[03:25.03]Whoa.
[03:27.59]Stop...killin' me.
[03:34.96]Stop...killin' me.
[03:42.55]Stop...killin' me.
[03:50.14]Stop...killin' me.
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作词 : Ann Farina/Johnny Farina/Santo Farina
作曲 : Johnny Farina/Santo Farina/Ann Farina
You wake up in the morning and you're smokin' like a house on fire.
'Cause you've been out all night, and you're burnt down to the wire.
I really love you baby, but you put me through the fire.
Whoa.
Your lifestyle...is killin me.
Your lifestyle...is killin me.
And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me.
Whoa.
Youre talkin' too much while you're driving in way too fast.
And you never make sense 'cause you're too busy havin' a blast.
I know we got no future 'cause you just can't remember the past.
Whoa.
Your lifestyle...is killin me.
Your lifestyle...is killin me.
And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me.
Whoa.
Pack my bags got one foot out the door.
'Cause I can't take one more night on the killin' floor.
I must be losin' my mind 'cause I think I'm comin' back for more.
Whoa.
Your lifestyle...is killin me.
Your lifestyle...is killin me.
And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me.
Whoa.
Stop...killin' me.
Stop...killin' me.
Stop...killin' me.
Stop...killin' me.