A menina abriu o armário e tirou quatro ovos. Cozido? Estrelado? Mexido? Escalfado? Hoje vai comê-lo cru.
quinta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2008
Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk
Uma canção do Ovo.
cigarettes and chocolate milk
these are just a couple of my cravings
everything it seems i like's a little bit stronger
a little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me
if i should buy jellybeans
have to eat them all in just one sitting
everything it seems i like's a little bit sweeter
a little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me
and then there's those other things
which for several reasons we won't mention
everything about them is a little bit stranger
a little bit harder, a little bit deadly
it isn't very smart
tends to make one part
so broken-hearted
sitting here remembering me
always been a shoe made for the city
go ahead, accuse me of just singing about places
with scrappy boys faces
have general run of the town
playing with prodigal sons
takes a lot of sentimental valiums
can't expect the world to be your raggedy andy
while running on empty
you little old doll with a frown
you got to keep in the game
maintaining mystique while facing forward
i suggest a reading of 'a lesson in tightropes'
or 'surfing your high hopes' or 'adios kansas'
it isn't very smart
tends to make one part
so broken-hearted
still there's not a show on my back
holes or a friendly intervention
i'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish
a little bit tower of pisa whenever i see you
so please be kind if i'm a mess
cigarettes and chocolate milk
Um obrigada público à Gema, que sempre foi mais sábia que eu.
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5 comentários:
melhor que terapia, e nem é preciso fazer terapia, miss voyeur
Bolas. Publiquei o comentário errado. Onde se lê "terapia" pela segunda vez, deve ler-se "vaquinha". As minhas desculpas, mr soprano sem recursos.
esse cabecinha sempre no ar
Esse cabecinha? Não sou só eu que ando distraída... eheh
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