Lyrics: foozlebots

Composer: foozlebots

Little shark, toot toot toot ×3, little shark!

Little shark toot toot toot ×3 little shark!

Mama shark, toot toot toot ×3, Mama shark!

Mama shark, toot toot toot, mama shark!

Papa shark, toot toot toot.

Shark daddy toot toot daddy shark!

Grandma Shark, DuDu DuDu× 3, Grandma Shark!

Grandma Shark, DuDu, DuDu, Grandma Shark!

Grandpa Shark, DuDu DuDu× 3, Grandpa Shark!

Grandpa shark, toot toot toot, grandpa shark!

Let's go hunting, toot toot toot ×3, let's go hunting!

Let's go hunting, toot toot toot toot, let's go hunting!

Run, Dudu Dudu× 3, run!

Run, toot, toot, toot, toot!

Finally safe, toot toot toot ×3, finally safe!

Finally, it's safe, toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot. Finally, it is safe to pull!

It's over, toot toot toot ×3, it's over!

It's over! It's over!

shark

It is a song written, composed and sung by Shen Yicheng. Included in the album Aftershave, released on September 19.

Composer: Shen Yicheng

Lyrics: Shen Yicheng

Arranged by Zhang Chuxian and Hu Hao.

Singing: Shen Yicheng

Troy taught me to walk many times that day until I turned left 0.7 miles along Hudson.

The TV is on in the shop, and the lines are like movies.

He put his arm around my neck and verified the beginning of a paragraph.

You like the cool look on the maker's face, and I realize it's ironic to me.

He doesn't write love poems at all, and he never runs around. From beginning to end, you still blame me.

Get up this morning and drive back to San Francisco.

Holding a snack, he smiled happily and occasionally stuck out his tongue to tease me.

You painted your nails absently and waited all afternoon. You walked to the crossroads in my T-shirt.

He rushed ahead and didn't want to hold your hand. I'm behind you, and you don't want to look back.

You like to show him around Asian supermarkets without taking me leisurely, and I realize it's a satire on me.

He always runs around my red, blue and green toes, and from beginning to end, you still blame me.

I have no place in your heart for a long time. No, no, no.

It is meaningless for him to occupy your heart, even for you.

It makes me hysterical. You and he will never understand.

He likes to hug my neck, and you like the cool look on the maker's face.

I realized that this was a satire on me. He doesn't write love poems at all. He runs around out of control.

From beginning to end, you accused me of being wrong. You and he are mine.

My angel