quinta-feira, março 25

Lord only Knows, Beck

You only got one finger left
And it's pointing at the door
And your taking for granted
What the lords laid on the floor
So I'm picking up the pieces
And I'm puttin' them up for sale
Throw your meal ticket out the window
Put your skeletons in jail

Cos lord only knows it's gettin' late
Your senses are gone, so don't you hesitate
Give yourself a call
Let your bottom dollars fall
Throwin your two bit cares down the drain

Invite me to the seven seas
Like some seasick man
You'll do whatever you please
And I'll do whatever I can
Titanic fare thee well
My eyes are turning pink
Don't call us when the new age
Gets old enough to drink

Cos lord only knows it's getting late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
Move on up the hill
There's nothing dead left to kill
Throwin' your two bit cares down the drain

órale
órale
órale
órale
órale
órale
Just passin' through

órale
órale
órale
órale

Goin' back to Houston
Do the hot dog dance
Goin' back to Houston
To get me some pants

---yap--- É a música de hoje, sem dúvida!! Órale!!!!!!!

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