《The Feminine Urge》是The Last Dinner Party演唱的歌曲，由Abigail Morris、Emily Roberts、Georgia Davies、Aurora Nishevci、Lizzie Mayland、Rhys Downing創作詞曲，詹姆斯·福特製作，收錄於專輯《Prelude to Ecstasy》，於2024年2月2日發行。
基本介紹
- 外文名：The Feminine Urge
- 所屬專輯：Prelude to Ecstasy
- 歌曲時長：3分26秒
- 歌曲原唱：The Last Dinner Party
- 填詞：Abigail Morris、Emily Roberts、Georgia Davies、Aurora Nishevci、Lizzie Mayland、Rhys Downing
- 譜曲：Abigail Morris、Emily Roberts、Georgia Davies、Aurora Nishevci、Lizzie Mayland、Rhys Downing
- 編曲：詹姆斯·福特
- 發行日期：2024年2月2日
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
A room at dusk Mastering the art of lying still Breathe like a girl 'Til my lungs fill Oh pull your boots up boys And push me down I'm only here for your entertainment I am a dark red liver stretched out on a rock All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well To nurture the wounds my mother held Oh ballerina bend under the weight of it all Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back Do you want me or do you want control Failure to commit to the role I admit Was a failure you achieved on your own Do you want me to care when you just disappear I can't win them all I can't win them all Run 'til I fall How I wish the trees would swallow me Make me a forest take away my soul I could never give the curse to her I- I could never live with the guilt of lying That people are kind I am a dark red liver stretched out on a rock All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well To nurture the wounds my mother held Oh ballerina bend under the weight of it all Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back Do you want me or do you want control Failure to commit to the role I admit Was a failure you achieved on your own Do you want me to care when you just disappear I can't win them all I can't win them all I am a dark red liver Ooh Stretched out on the rocks Oh-oh-ooh All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love Ooh-oh-ooh-ooh Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well Oh-oh-ooh To nurture the wounds my mother held Give me that dark red liquor Stretched out on the rocks All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well To nurture the wounds my mother held |
