冰鉆鑲齒，笑成冷柜，

邁阿密夜，我張嘴——整條街熄燈。

白金浪打舌尖，淹過(guò)臺(tái)詞，

碎銀在牙縫跳拍，808震落雪。

妞兒借火，借我閃，

一口煙，一口閃，

她看見(jiàn)自己倒影——在我齒間，

說(shuō)：這笑，值整座城停電。

Maneater – Nelly Furtado (妮莉·費(fèi)塔朵)

Everybody look at me’ me

大家都看著我

I walk in the door you start screaming

進(jìn)入門(mén)口的那一刻你們就開(kāi)始尖叫

C’mon everybody what you here for

來(lái)吧 各位 你們來(lái)這的目的是什么

Move your body around like a nympho

像個(gè)花癡那樣搖擺你的身體吧

Everybody get your neck to crack around

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It’s gettin’ hot in herre, so hot, so take it slow,

Neon sweat drip on the floor, everybody go low,

Bass boom like a thunderclap, speakers in a trance,

I see you windin’ that body, baby, let’s advance,

Ice on the chain, still can’t cool the flame,

Crowd jumpin’ like a jacuzzi, screamin’ out my name,

Turn the roof to a sauna, steam cloudin’ up the air,

Keep it spicy like a jalape?o, show me that laissez-faire,

So hot—so hot—so hot in herre, let it burn, burn, burn,

Till the night melt away and the sunrise return.

I don’t know if I’ve ever felt like this before

我不知道,如果我曾經(jīng)有過(guò)這樣的感覺(jué)

But I’m sure that the way I feel I don’t want it to go

但是我相信,我覺(jué)得我不想去

‘Cuz I’ve cried my share of tears

因?yàn)槲铱蘖伺c我分享我的眼淚

And I’ve sang my share of blues

我唱與我分享我的憂(yōu)郁

But to keep you over here I’ll do what I got to do

但是,讓你在這里,我會(huì)做我要做什么/怎樣做

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I’m caught in a midnight ride,

Chrome wheels spinning like the thoughts I hide—

Your name on my phone, his shadow on your door,

Perfume on the breeze, guilt on the floor.

Touch me once, I swear it’s sin;

Miss me twice, I’m lost again.

Moonlight confesses what we won’t say:

Love me, leave me—either way, I stay.

Say It Right – Nelly Furtado (妮莉·費(fèi)塔朵)

Written by：Nelly Furtado/Tim Mosley/Nate Hills

Nelly Furtado – Say It Right

In the day

在今天

In the night

在今夜

Say it right

說(shuō)出來(lái)

Say it all

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I’m caught in your dusk, perfume like weed smoke in my lungs,

texting my ex like “yo, I still love her,” thumbs numb.

You FaceTime naked, pixel gold on my cracked screen,

I lie to her, lie to you, lie to the gap in between.

Ride with the .45 under the seat, heart louder than the drum,

every left turn feels right till the sirecies hum.

Kelly on the hook, heaven in the rearview, hell in the passenger seat—

tell me who I’m losin’ if I press delete.