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Acompañemos esta significativa metáfora con l' canción q' yo sería si fuera canción:
Sour Times (Portishead)
To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Curtises that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now
'Coz nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now
'Coz nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do
Who oo am I, what and why
'Coz all I have left is my memories of yesterday
Ohh these sour times
'Coz nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste
Of innocence decent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide ....
'Coz nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do
'Coz nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you
Nobody loves.. me
It's true
Not, like, you.. do
3 comentarios:
Son interesantes las fotos "X" de tus piernas!!
Wao!
Notese como está funcionando en este momento la mentalidad de los hombres!
*Devolviendo saludos*
jajajaja ya ven?
Ay la Gibbons... esa voz dulce, pero ronquita y aguardentosa excita a cualquiera.
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