[00:00.000] 作词 : Nick Crawford/Christian Cicilia/Gom
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Gom
[00:11.865]He wears a tie after hours
[00:14.996]Say her goodbyes, then hit the powder room
[00:18.282]Left on the fly to get some flowers
[00:21.341]Say her goodbyes 'cause she'll be leaving soon
[00:24.478]
[00:24.514]He fancies martinis and infidelity
[00:27.279]So she'll go out and dance-dance
[00:28.860]'Cause shit just hit the fan, fan again
[00:30.909]He fancies martinis, this bitter jealousy
[00:33.585]Means we'll go out and dance-dance
[00:35.361]Dance-dance, dance-dance, dance-dance
[00:36.761]
[00:36.783]So wе dance 'til we sweat thе fever out
[00:39.849](This soirée is induced by the panic in your house)
[00:43.665]So you shake it up, shake it off
[00:46.413](Then you look down at your blouse, take it off)
[00:49.245]In exchange for a black dress and some stilettos
[00:52.685]Never said goodbye, but she had me at hello
[00:55.728]When we lock eyes, the music crescendos
[00:59.149]Never said goodbye, but she had me at hello (But she had me at—)
[01:03.089]
[01:05.208]But she had me at hello
[01:08.313]But she had me at—
[01:11.481]But she had me at hello (Hello)
[01:14.646]But she had me at—
[01:15.048]
[01:15.057]He fancies martinis and infidelity (But she had me at hello)
[01:17.809]So she'll go out and dance-dance
[01:19.532]'Cause shit just hit the fan, fan again (But she had me at—)
[01:21.178]He fancies martinis, this bitter jealousy (But she had me at—)
[01:24.210]Means we'll go out and dance-dance
[01:25.910]Dance-dance, dance-dance, dance-dance
[01:27.954]
[01:28.045]So we'll go out
[01:30.952]'Til he leaves out through the texts that he sent
[01:33.313]The ones he swears he meant
[01:34.910]The ones he put his mind to, the time that he spent
[01:38.018]Well, infidelity's a sin, it's time to repent
[01:40.783]First, you grab your head
[01:42.416]Then you confess
[01:43.893]Spill your guts ('Til the dance floor turns red)
[01:46.774]He fancies martinis at every bar he frequents
[01:50.233]But the party's over, just don't hand his car keys over
[01:53.627]Too many sips will find him on the rocks under the bridge (Hello)
[01:59.542]There's blood on your stilettos
[02:01.290]You fall, we get to say hello, hello
[02:05.672]
[02:05.707]He wears a tie after hours
[02:08.836]Say her goodbyes, then hit the powder room
[02:12.093]Left on the fly to get some flowers
[02:15.028]Say her goodbyes 'cause she'll be leaving soon
[02:18.420]
[02:18.471]He fancies martinis and infidelity
[02:21.240]So she'll go out and dance-dance
[02:22.884]'Cause shit just hit the fan, fan again
[02:24.703]He fancies martinis, this bitter jealousy
[02:27.502]Means we'll go out and dance-dance
[02:29.229]Dance-dance, dance-dance, dance-dance

作词 : Nick Crawford/Christian Cicilia/Gom
作曲 : Gom
He wears a tie after hours
Say her goodbyes, then hit the powder room
Left on the fly to get some flowers
Say her goodbyes 'cause she'll be leaving soon
He fancies martinis and infidelity
So she'll go out and dance-dance
'Cause shit just hit the fan, fan again
He fancies martinis, this bitter jealousy
Means we'll go out and dance-dance
Dance-dance, dance-dance, dance-dance
So wе dance 'til we sweat thе fever out
(This soirée is induced by the panic in your house)
So you shake it up, shake it off
(Then you look down at your blouse, take it off)
In exchange for a black dress and some stilettos
Never said goodbye, but she had me at hello
When we lock eyes, the music crescendos
Never said goodbye, but she had me at hello (But she had me at—)
But she had me at hello
But she had me at—
But she had me at hello (Hello)
But she had me at—
He fancies martinis and infidelity (But she had me at hello)
So she'll go out and dance-dance
'Cause shit just hit the fan, fan again (But she had me at—)
He fancies martinis, this bitter jealousy (But she had me at—)
Means we'll go out and dance-dance
Dance-dance, dance-dance, dance-dance
So we'll go out
'Til he leaves out through the texts that he sent
The ones he swears he meant
The ones he put his mind to, the time that he spent
Well, infidelity's a sin, it's time to repent
First, you grab your head
Then you confess
Spill your guts ('Til the dance floor turns red)
He fancies martinis at every bar he frequents
But the party's over, just don't hand his car keys over
Too many sips will find him on the rocks under the bridge (Hello)
There's blood on your stilettos
You fall, we get to say hello, hello
He wears a tie after hours
Say her goodbyes, then hit the powder room
Left on the fly to get some flowers
Say her goodbyes 'cause she'll be leaving soon
He fancies martinis and infidelity
So she'll go out and dance-dance
'Cause shit just hit the fan, fan again
He fancies martinis, this bitter jealousy
Means we'll go out and dance-dance
Dance-dance, dance-dance, dance-dance