歌词语境宇宙
Now it is running into you, my darling
May it hereafter, flow deep, still and slow.
Thus I'll perhaps sift out more lines of gold
Now it is running into you, my darling
May it hereafter, flow deep, still and slow.
Thus I'll perhaps sift out more lines of gold
Phantom of the Opera on the low where your clique be
He feel his flow deep down in your artery
Peep her man's checkbook (uh) that's where his heart'll be
Phantom of the Opera on the low where your clique be
He feel his flow deep down in your artery
Peep her man's checkbook (uh) that's where his heart'll be