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悄悄的 小聲的

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春天到來(lái)了

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這里那里都一點(diǎn)點(diǎn)

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Don’t Put It On Me – Transviolet

Written by：Sarah McTaggart/Michael Panek

I used to love the way we slept at night

我們?cè)喟槿朊?我感覺(jué)無(wú)比美好

You used to love my naked lips against your spine

我火熱的吻落在你背上 你享受至極

But now when the cold night falls

如今寒夜襲來(lái)

I’m wondering where you are

我想知道你在哪里

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Put a little umph in it, 讓鼓點(diǎn)咬你的脊椎，

低音像暗涌，把夜色掀翻；

我在霓虹的裂縫里點(diǎn)火，

把沉默的節(jié)拍煉成閃電。

Put a little umph in it, 給心跳裝渦輪，

讓每一次呼吸都炸成光屑；

當(dāng)城市把喧囂關(guān)進(jìn)罐頭，

我用一聲嘶吼擰開(kāi)銀河。

Let me put the night on slow

霓虹像霧 沉進(jìn)你瞳孔的湖

Let me put the echo low

心跳做鼓 貼著呼吸起伏

把名字寫(xiě)進(jìn)風(fēng) 讓月光替我們保密

指尖是星火 掠過(guò)就燃起整片靜寂

別說(shuō)話 聽(tīng)時(shí)光在睫毛上滑行

此刻宇宙只剩你 和我 和這旋律

Let me put my hands where the moonlight drips,

Let me put my lips on the scars you hide,

Let me put the night on rewind, slow drip,

Let me put the bass in your chest, collide.

Let me put the stars in your pocket, no lie,

Let me put the storm in a glass, we ride,

Let me put the hurt in the past, just glide,

Let me put the “us” in the now, don’t ask why.

Put a little umph in it, make that body talk,

Slide across the floor, let the bass lock.

Ashanti sweet, Jagged Edge smooth,

Midnight groove got everything to prove.

Hands on your hips, pulse in your neck,

Heartbeat drumming like a private deck.

Whisper in my ear, say my name slow,

Turn that shy spark into a full glow.

Umph—feel it in your chest,

Umph—give me nothing less,

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Put a little umph in it, make that body talk

Late night, low light, sweat dripping when we walk

Grip them sheets, bite my name, let the bass drop low

Ain’t no rush, take it slow, feel that afterglow

Edge so jagged, cut deep, leave a love tattoo

Every breath, every beat, all I want is you

Turn it up, scream it out, let the neighbors know

Put a little umph in it, baby, steal the show

I put you on the game, chrome .45 in the waistband,

Compton corners in my veins, Dre bassline pumpin’ like a hate chant.

Swap the rock, swap the chain, swap the life—just don’t snitch when the feds cam.

I’m the ghost in the low-low, two strikes, still swingin’ at the death jam.

From Figueroa to the Billboard, I bled blocks, now the Lear jet ascendin’.

I put you on the game—just remember every crown got a blood-slick pendant.

Don’t put it on me when the night go cold,

you had the match, you let it fold.

Talked big love, then ghosted slow—

that ain’t my smoke, that’s your echo.

I’m sipping straight, no chaser guilt,

while you’re still scrolling what we built.

Cry in my comments, call it art—

but karma hits harder than a broken heart.

Tag me in tears, I’m already gone;

I was the song, you just sang it wrong.

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Paul Anka

作者:Natalie-點(diǎn)子

Put your head on my shoulder

將頭靠在我肩膀

Hold me in your arms baby

寶貝，抱著我

Squeeze me oh so tight Show me

緊緊抱著我，以證明

That you love me too

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