Arthur Beatrice
作詞：Arthur Beatrice 作曲：Arthur Beatrice
Growling into the gloom
Enflaming dark room
It never ends well
And I can stand for myself
Bereft of your wealth
And all to lose
It's new
I could do with the face like yours
To get me through hard times
To be approached by so many fathers
I never relied on mine
I never relied on mine
Blows, so fatally dealt
Gone south of the belt
I know it so well
But how could I mind
When once we're so high
Though bodies un-twine
I could do with the face like yours
To get me through hard times
To be approached by so many fathers
I never relied on mine
And I meant to say
The things I meant
Only for longing to see your sense
But honestly, so honestly
It's all for your own good baby
I could do with the face like yours
To get me through hard times
To be approached by so many fathers
I never relied on mine
I never relied on mine