terça-feira, março 24

Time to Sleep.

O hotmail resolver laggar justamente na hora que eu ia copiar um e-mail de lá.

Pombas ¬¬


Você amaldiçoa sua inveja depois que vê fotos recém-tiradas de pessoas que você já conheceu indo aos lugares europeus que você sempre quis ir, que você idealiza, que você sonha.

Ou então, depois que você praqueja pela falta do my precious dinheiro.


Agora, musiquinha pra fazer vocês dormirem. Ou não.

£etra pra quem entende quaaase tudo cantado, tsc:

#Mamas put your babies to sleep,
story too cruelsome for them this is.
In Junior high she said goodbye
to her parents and ran away with a boy.
She left her family warm and kind.
All of her friends said "you're out of your mind".
Life of her own she would find,
it's monday and she's gotta grind.

A Job as a waitress she sure was to find,
beautiful face, mind of a child.
Boy got her pregnant, Mary-Lou cried,
"For this I am too young oh why did you lie?"
You said "it's okay if we do it today",
"I was so scared that you would go away."
"Despite all the papers been signed, mama take me back be so kind".

Only a child, reckless and wild, needs to come home again.
He promised the moon but won't marry you.
Nothing to do, eating for two, he's goin' out with someone new.
Sunshine or rain, it's all the same,
life isn't gray oh Mary-Lou.

Mamas do your children still sleep
in the safe of their cradles so sweet?
Story I told you I have foreseen,
Your little angel ain't always so clean.
Days to come aren't easy to see,
You can change'em but it isn't free.
I see that you don't believe,
ooo-oo, but you will see.

Faissunããão, Tony *-*