Lirik Lagu Aching To Pupate - Regina Spektor
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Aching to pupateAching to pup-p-p-pate[repeats 4x]Pu-pupate, pu pate,Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate...
I should peddle butterfliesThere's a shortage in the city,I'll stand on the street cornerAll myserious and giddy,When the passers by pass byI will open up my trenchcoat,They will see the butterfliesDangling like fake rolexes...
Every morning I wake upWith a purpose and a smirkI'll put on my fake moustacheI'll drink heineken eat cornflakes...
Then I'll call my mum and dadTell them that I'm doing fine,Or I'll write a tipsy letterTo a real good friend of mine,Or I'll jump upon the bedWaltzing madly with the broomstickBut before I leave the houseI will paint my lips with lipstick...
But peddling is a dirty sportThere's competition in the city,Everyone is on a street cornerAll mysterious and giddy.Some are selling bags and shoes,Some are selling books and gold,I've been standing here for daysNot one butterfly's been sold...
And how I'mAching to pupateAching to pup-p-p-pate[repeats 4x]Pu-pu-pate, pupate,Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.
I should peddle butterfliesThere's a shortage in the city,I'll stand on the street cornerAll myserious and giddy,When the passers by pass byI will open up my trenchcoat,They will see the butterfliesDangling like fake rolexes...
Every morning I wake upWith a purpose and a smirkI'll put on my fake moustacheI'll drink heineken eat cornflakes...
Then I'll call my mum and dadTell them that I'm doing fine,Or I'll write a tipsy letterTo a real good friend of mine,Or I'll jump upon the bedWaltzing madly with the broomstickBut before I leave the houseI will paint my lips with lipstick...
But peddling is a dirty sportThere's competition in the city,Everyone is on a street cornerAll mysterious and giddy.Some are selling bags and shoes,Some are selling books and gold,I've been standing here for daysNot one butterfly's been sold...
And how I'mAching to pupateAching to pup-p-p-pate[repeats 4x]Pu-pu-pate, pupate,Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.
