[00:00.000] 作词 : Niels Zuiderhoek
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Niels Zuiderhoek
[00:20.710]A run down saloon
[00:23.949]I'm the only one left
[00:27.210]Those batwing doors could never
[00:30.396]Hold you back
[00:34.149]White leather boots
[00:37.143]Razor-like spurs
[00:40.401]I'm counting your steps
[00:42.143]Until you breathe down my neck
[00:46.645]Bad to the bone
[00:49.654]I won't make it home alive
[00:55.401]Alive
[01:00.346]You're like a snakebite
[01:02.096]But you're sweet like Apple Jack
[01:06.597]Wish I could run but it's too late for that
[01:13.089]Driving me mad 'cause you are bad medicine
[01:19.601]Wish I could run but I'm a sucker for your sin
[01:26.338]Ripped denim shorts
[01:29.339]They wrapped you in tight
[01:32.588]Sit down next to me
[01:34.842]I know the damage is done, right?
[01:39.338]Your looks are lethal
[01:42.346]Thick hair, frayed rope
[01:45.589]A mouth made of buckskin
[01:48.093]And a serpentine tongue
[01:52.350]You're like a snakebite
[01:54.339]But you're sweet like Apple Jack
[01:59.092]Wish I could run but it's too late for that
[02:05.589]Driving me mad 'cause you are bad medicine
[02:12.708]Wish I could run but I'm a sucker for your sin
[02:25.962]I want you to rattle my cage
[02:28.709]Run your venom through my veins
[02:31.962]And then everything will start to fade
[02:37.460]There is no escaping you
[02:43.459]No escape
[02:46.709]From you
[02:52.716]I wish I could run away
[02:59.459]Well, it's too late for that

作词 : Niels Zuiderhoek
作曲 : Niels Zuiderhoek
A run down saloon
I'm the only one left
Those batwing doors could never
Hold you back
White leather boots
Razor-like spurs
I'm counting your steps
Until you breathe down my neck
Bad to the bone
I won't make it home alive
Alive
You're like a snakebite
But you're sweet like Apple Jack
Wish I could run but it's too late for that
Driving me mad 'cause you are bad medicine
Wish I could run but I'm a sucker for your sin
Ripped denim shorts
They wrapped you in tight
Sit down next to me
I know the damage is done, right?
Your looks are lethal
Thick hair, frayed rope
A mouth made of buckskin
And a serpentine tongue
You're like a snakebite
But you're sweet like Apple Jack
Wish I could run but it's too late for that
Driving me mad 'cause you are bad medicine
Wish I could run but I'm a sucker for your sin
I want you to rattle my cage
Run your venom through my veins
And then everything will start to fade
There is no escaping you
No escape
From you
I wish I could run away
Well, it's too late for that