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E.G.G.
作词：冲井礼二
作曲：冲井礼二
Oneday I made a kind of omlette
I don't know can you call it so
How could I apologize to the mother hen
“I confess, I've wasted your own struggle”
Never had such an awful object
And I hope I never do again
Writing 50 times “I should not be so”
I was blue all through the day
Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs
Can't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, in my brain
Oneday she made a kind of omlette
And I know you gotta call it so
“E.G.G.“”is,for me, the magic spell
And she's a master class witch
What the hell! don't need no status, honor, money,
Or sweet sweet romance
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How miserable, to live
A life without eggs
Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs
Can't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain,
GIMME SOME EGGS!
(breaking eggshells takes you high)
sometimes it lets me feel so dizzy
(breaking eggshells takes you high)
sometimes it makes me mad
Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs
Can't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain,
Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs
Can't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain,
Can I tell......!?
GIMME SOME EGGS!
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