Nhạc sĩ: Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Michael Stipe, William Berry
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I don't know why you're mean to meWhen I call on the telephoneAnd I don't know what you mean to meBut I want to turn you on, turn you up, figure you outI want to take you onThese wordsYou will be mineThese wordsYou will be mineAll the timeAll the timeAll the timeThe fool might be my middle nameBut I'd be foolish not to sayI'm gonna make whatever it takesRing you up, call you down, sign your nameSecret love, good rhymeTake you where I make you mineThis worldYou will be mineThese wordsWill be mineAll the timeI tripped and fellDid I make a mistakeWhat I want to feelI want to feel it nowNow with loveCome strange currenciesAnd here's my appealI want to feel it nowI need a chanceA second chanceA third chanceA fourth chanceA word, a signalNot a little breathJust to fool myselfCatch myselfMake it realYeahThese wordsYou will be mineThese wordsYou will be mineThese wordsAll the timeThese wordsYou will be mineThese wordsHump, hump me downClench in my throatMake me praySay, let's combineOhBoth our colorsMake it rainAnd then let goForPSSo my friendsI wishيمall the bestAnd leave sona shameSo leave son a shameMake it rainyou