Lyrics of Zhang Xueyou's cross over

Cross over

Zhang Xueyou

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Crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover

Forget it, forget it, forget it

Without her

I don't know how to live

Fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork

I seem to have a thorn in my head

Without her

The rats will kick to death along the way

A constant number of women

No one is like her

It's no fun living when she's gone

A constant number of women

There is no one to love

Step on the taxi, hang your head and play with your big nose

（music）

Crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover crossover

Forget it, forget it, forget it

Without her

I don't know how to live

Fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork

I seem to have a thorn in my head

Without her

You'll kick dead mice along the way

A constant number of women

No one is like her

It's no fun living when she's gone

A constant number of women

There is no one to love

Step on the taxi, hang your head and play with your big nose

A constant number of women

No one is like her

It's no fun living when she's gone

A constant number of women

There is no one to love

Step on the taxi, hang your head and play with your big nose

（music）