sábado, 14 de marzo de 2009

My breath smells of a thousand fags
And when I'm drunk I dance like me dad
I've started to dress a bit like him
Early morning when I wake up
I look like Kiss but without the make up
And thats a good line to take it to The bridge

And you know and you know
'Cos my life's a mess
And I'm trying to grow so before
I'm old I'll confess
You think that I'm strong you're wrong
You're wrong
I'll sing my song my song my song

My bed's full of takeaways and fantasies of easy lays
The pause button's broke on my video
And is this real 'cos I feel fake, Oprah Winfrey, Ricky Lake
Teach me things I don't need to know

And you know and you know
'Cos my life's a mess
And it starting to show so before
I'm old I'll confess
You think that I'm strong you're wrong
You're wrong
I'll sing my song my song my song

If I did it all again I'd be a nun
The rain was never cold when I was young
I'm still young we're still young (step inside the sun)
Life's too short to be afraid
Step inside the sun

And you know and you know
Cos my lifes a mess
And Im trying to grow


You think that I'm strong you're wrong
You're wrong
I'll sing my song my song my song

Life's too short to be afraid
So take a pill to numb the pain
You don't have to take the blame





mi canal terapeutico VH1 me muestra que todavia hay buenos temas populando por ahí.....

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

robbie?

si, lo terapeutico que fue ayer bailar la bamba con un grupo de gays.

todavia hay cosas que el dinero no puede comprar.


lu.

Anónimo dijo...

si, él mismo!


cuando un tema dice tantas cosas...



y bailar a lo loca en un gay club...yyyyyyyyy al otro dia ver una noche en el roxbury...es un buen fin de semana!


eva