Lirik Lagu Automatic Lover - Theatre Of Tragedy
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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.
Don't you wanna end up with this mister?He is just being nice with his kisses and heThinks you're not one of the smart onesSay it, sexyDoesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey
From the automatic lover's storeTo the first floor of your backroom doorFrom the spin-spin of the fickle swirlIn a freak-freak dance of the showroom girlFrom the plead-plead when you really want inTo the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spinFrom the flush-flush of the bed-time artTo the raging heart when she doesn't do her partDo you like it yeah?
Don't you wanna end up with this mister?He is just being nice with his kisses and heThinks you're not one of the smart onesSay it sexyDoesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey
Out the door-door to the dance-dance hallTo the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawlFrom the drink-drink until on the floorTo the blink-blink of the girl next doorTo the rock-rock until off the hingeTo the luck-luck to complete the bingeFrom the rush-rush when you're feeling boredTo the second floor of your homeroom doorTo the plead-plead when you really want inAnd the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spinFrom the fug-fug of the bedroom airTo the hug-hug of the professional lairTo the automatic lover's storeWhere it feel-feels much less like a choreTo the lick-lick of the lipstick lipTo the electric strip of the perfect trip
Don't you wanna end up with this mister?He is just being nice with his kisses and heThinks you're not one of the smart onesSay it sexyDoesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey
Hey you are you oh-oh are youI owe you a go-go are youNothing but an oh-oh yeahI owe you a kissy babyHey you are you oh-oh are youI owe you a go-go are youNothing but an oh-oh yeahI owe you a kissy baby.
From the automatic lover's storeTo the first floor of your backroom doorFrom the spin-spin of the fickle swirlIn a freak-freak dance of the showroom girlFrom the plead-plead when you really want inTo the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spinFrom the flush-flush of the bed-time artTo the raging heart when she doesn't do her partDo you like it yeah?
Don't you wanna end up with this mister?He is just being nice with his kisses and heThinks you're not one of the smart onesSay it sexyDoesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey
Out the door-door to the dance-dance hallTo the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawlFrom the drink-drink until on the floorTo the blink-blink of the girl next doorTo the rock-rock until off the hingeTo the luck-luck to complete the bingeFrom the rush-rush when you're feeling boredTo the second floor of your homeroom doorTo the plead-plead when you really want inAnd the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spinFrom the fug-fug of the bedroom airTo the hug-hug of the professional lairTo the automatic lover's storeWhere it feel-feels much less like a choreTo the lick-lick of the lipstick lipTo the electric strip of the perfect trip
Don't you wanna end up with this mister?He is just being nice with his kisses and heThinks you're not one of the smart onesSay it sexyDoesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey
Hey you are you oh-oh are youI owe you a go-go are youNothing but an oh-oh yeahI owe you a kissy babyHey you are you oh-oh are youI owe you a go-go are youNothing but an oh-oh yeahI owe you a kissy baby.
