作词 : Mochi李子扬

作曲 : Vicky宣宣

Your words were fair-spoken

And the trap was tight

Strung me along like a kite

You see it right

My eyes still get wet

thinking about the good old time

In the theater I cried on your shoulder

For the pathetic lovers

Now ours is faker than that

Along the F**king street, I pick up the phone

The boy is telling love with the handset he stole

He forces me to the new motel but I won’t

I count on his love because now I can only stay at home

Dirty dish gets mold

That’s what I been told

It makes you sick so do not swallow

I’m not hungry enough to beg

While this love is a spoiled egg

Repulsive smell makes me gag

What’s left to be hold?

Children play pretend

We were all rendering our roles

Meet you with a smile

and a heart like stone

My feet were hurting by those cheap heels you got

I thrilled to please you but this time I won’t

Tragedy always born from loneliness womb

My sense was doomed

Buried feelings never bounce out of the tomb

Our unfounded acting now should be over

If not earlier

Quit being this get horrible actor

Dirty dish gets mold

That’s what I been told

It makes you sick so do not swallow

I’m not hungry enough to beg

While this love is a spoiled egg

Repulsive smell makes me gag

What’s left to be hold?

编曲：刘在田

混音：CC-Moller

母带：CC-Moller

和声：Vicky宣宣