Guilty Pleasure
作曲 : Ruby Jackson
Yeah I'm having a good hair day
Take a guess it's Saturday
Pop the percolator on then I'll hop into
Something pretty for later on when I drink a few
I just bought a new pair of shades
Now catch me dabbling in the vintage craze
I'm a sucker for the gold in the golden hour
Which is when I'll head for that amoretto sour
But my guilty pleasure
The one that smiles and my dial surrenders, and
When I want time to rewind, there's no pressure
Yeah I ain't even guilty
And oh it's a pleasure
To know that days could go by without measure
Yeah I'm still wearing your burgundy sweater
And I ain't even guilty
But still to take a little weight off my week
Ever since I was a young seventeen
Sneakers on with the flares as I take a stroll
Yet again to my regular hole in the wall
Where the pretty barista is whistling
I pick a table with the sun glistening
Yeah with my sun kissed cheeks I outta get my fix
While I flick through my European summer pics
But my guilty pleasure
The one that smiles and my dial surrenders, and
When I want time to rewind, there's no pressure
Yeah I ain't even guilty
And oh it's a pleasure
To know that days could go by without measure
Yeah I'm still wearing your burgundy sweater
And I ain't even guilty
Guilty PleasureLRC歌词
作曲 : Ruby Jackson
Yeah I'm having a good hair day
Take a guess it's Saturday
Pop the percolator on then I'll hop into
Something pretty for later on when I drink a few
I just bought a new pair of shades
Now catch me dabbling in the vintage craze
I'm a sucker for the gold in the golden hour
Which is when I'll head for that amoretto sour
But my guilty pleasure
The one that smiles and my dial surrenders, and
When I want time to rewind, there's no pressure
Yeah I ain't even guilty
And oh it's a pleasure
To know that days could go by without measure
Yeah I'm still wearing your burgundy sweater
And I ain't even guilty
But still to take a little weight off my week
Ever since I was a young seventeen
Sneakers on with the flares as I take a stroll
Yet again to my regular hole in the wall
Where the pretty barista is whistling
I pick a table with the sun glistening
Yeah with my sun kissed cheeks I outta get my fix
While I flick through my European summer pics
But my guilty pleasure
The one that smiles and my dial surrenders, and
When I want time to rewind, there's no pressure
Yeah I ain't even guilty
And oh it's a pleasure
To know that days could go by without measure
Yeah I'm still wearing your burgundy sweater
And I ain't even guilty