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Posted 28 September 2007 - 09:32 PM
Marlango - "Shake the Moon"
Shake the moon
Shake the moon inside your glass
Fit the sky
Make the sky fit into your eye
Stomp the floor
Brake the floor when you pace along
Scratch the air when you laugh
Squeeze the universe
Between your fingers
It all fits inside a little boys pocket
Car, stone,
Space rocket,
Moth, fly,
Gun, match
Grab a match
And burn the universe
Pebble, doll,
Flower, stone,
Knife, a war
Grab a stone
And brake the universe
Edited by Salax, 28 September 2007 - 09:34 PM.
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Posted 28 September 2007 - 09:52 PM
Jamie Cullum - "Get Your Way"
Dinner at eight, that sounds fine,
I suppose that means you'll turn up round nine.
Bought a bunch of flowers, just for her,
She says the burden's on the receiver.
I opened the door and you walked in,
(Sniff) The scent of wild jasmine.
The room, seemed to freeze in time,
My regular table will be just fine.
Radiant and elegant, you might be
But your concentration is so go-lightly
Both of your eyes reflecting the moon,
You really think you own the room.
CHORUS:
So What Game Shall We Play Today?
How About The One Where You Don't Get Your Way?
But Even If You Do,
That's Okay.
So What Game Shall We Play Today?
How About The One Where You Don't Get Your Way?
But Even If You Do,
That's Okay.
Try to pick it up, reading the signs,
It's turning out to be a real good time,
And who'd have thought that entertainment,
Lies in the winter of your discontent.
Now, sit at the table, face to face,
Queen takes pawn, check or checkmate!
I feel your foot brush against my leg,
I'm not that easily led.
You flutter your eyes and you toss your hair,
I have to say that it is kind of unfair,
Let me tell you baby now what's in store,
You win the battle, but I'll win the war!
CHORUS
This has been fun, I suppose,
Although my feelings are all juxtaposed,
But truth be told, I'm as fickle as hell,
But gentlemen never kiss and tell!
CHORUS
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Posted 29 September 2007 - 01:56 AM
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Posted 29 September 2007 - 10:40 PM
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 04:53 PM
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 05:20 PM
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 05:37 PM
Now there's a backseat/lover
That's always under/cover
And I talk til my daddy say
Said you ain't seen/nuthin
Til you're down on her/muffin
And there's sure to be a change in ways
Now there's a cheer/leader
That's a real big/pleaser
As far as I can remi/nisce
But the best thing/love it
Was her sister and her/cousin
And it started with a little kiss, like this
She starts/swingin
With the boys in/tune
And her feet just fly up in the air
Singin hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
And they swingin like it just don't care
So I took a big/chance
At the high school/dance
With a lady who was ready to play
It wasn't me she was/foolin
Cause she knew what was she was/doin
when she told me how to walk this way
She told me to
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
(repeat 2X)
(repeat all 2X)
Well just gimme a kiss/some head!
Oooh, a-like this!
School girl/sleazy
With a/classy kind of sassy
Little skirt hangin way up her knee
It was three young ladies
In the school gym/locker
And they find they were lookin D
I was high school/loser
Never made it with a/lady
Til a boy told me somethin I missed
That my next door/neighbor
had a daughter/had a favor
And I gave the girl just a little kiss, like this
[Aerosmith]
She starts swingin with the boys in the school
with her feet flyin up in the air
Singing hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
I was swingin like I didn't care
So I took a big chance at the high school dance
With a miss who was ready to play
Wasn't me she was foolin cause she knew what she was doin
when she told me how to walk this way
Chorus
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 07:45 PM
Salt N Pepa - "Push It"
Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Get up on this!
Ow! baby!
Salt and pepas here!
[now wait a minute, yall
This dance aint for everybody
Only the sexy people
So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance
Dance, I said!]
Salt and pepas here, and were in effect
Want you to push it, babe
Coolin by day then at night working up a sweat
Cmon girls, lets go show the guys that we know
How to become number one in a hot party show
Now push it
Ah, push it - push it good
Ah, push it - push it real good
Ah, push it - push it good
Ah, push it - p-push it real good
Hey! ow!
Push it good!
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Push it good
Push it real good
Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss
Better make it fast or else Im gonna get pissed
Cant you hear the musics pumpin hard like I wish you would?
Now push it
Push it good
Push it real good
Push it good
P-push it real good
Ah, push it
Get up on this!
Boy, you really got me going
You got me so I dont know what Im doing
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 07:59 PM
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now I'm selling dope and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I wasnt gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic - because I got high [repeat 3X]
I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I was gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
- because I got high [repeat 3X]
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
and if I dont sell one copy I know why
- cause I'm high [repeat 3X]
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 08:06 PM
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 08:19 PM
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BABY PLEASE DON'T GO
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go down to New Orleans
You know I love you so
Baby please don't go
When the man done gone
When the man done gone
When the man done gone down the county farm
He got the shackles on
Baby please don't go
Don't leave me
I'll be a dog
I'll be a dog
I'll be a dog kiss your way down here
When you walk along
Baby please don't go
Why must you leave me
Lying on my back
Going across the other side of the track
Found yourself a new man I know
So baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Oh please, please don't leave me
I don't want to be left alone baby
Oh don't go, don't go, don't go
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Posted 30 September 2007 - 09:50 PM
M.I.A. - "Galang"
London Calling
Speak the Slang now
Boys say Wha
Girls say Wha-What [x2]
Slam Galang galang galang
Ga la ga la ga la Land ga Lang ga Lang
Shotgun get you down
Get down get down get down
Ge-d Ge-d Ge-d Down G-down G-down
Too late you down D-down D-down D-down
Ta na ta na ta na Ta na ta na ta
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
Who the hell is huntin' you?
In the BMW
How the hell they find you?
1 4 7'd you
Feds gonna get you
Pull the strings on the hood
One Paranoid you
Blazing through the Hood [x2]
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
London Calling
Speak the Slang now
Boys say Wha
Girls say Wha-What [x2]
They Say
River's gonna run through
Work is gonna save you
Pray and you will pull through
Suck-a-dick'll help you
Don't let 'em get to you
If he's got one, you've got 2
Backstab your crew
Sell it out to sell you [x2]
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang [x2]
Ya Ya haaaaaa... Oh eh oh eh oh oh ya ya yay [x6]
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Posted 01 October 2007 - 12:53 PM
Lady Sovereign - "Love Me or Hate Me"
Yeah,
It's officially the biggest midget in the game.
I dunno.
Make way for the S.O.V.
[Chorus (x2):]
Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession.
Love me or hate me, that is the question.
If you love me then thank you!
If you hate me then fuck you!
I'm fat, I need a diet.
No, in fact I'm just here lying
And I ain't got the biggest breast-s-s, but I write all the best disses.
I got hairy armpits, but I don't walk around like this.
I wear a big baggy t-shirt that hides that nasty shit.
Ugh!
Never had my nails done.
Bite them down until they're numb.
I'm the one with the non-existent bum,
Now I don't really give a....Ugh!
I'm missing my shepherd's pie
Like a high maintenance chick missin' her diamonds.
I'm missin' my clippers lighters.
Now bow down to your royal highness.
No! I don't own a corgi.
Had the hamster - it died 'cause I ignored it.
Go on then, go on report me,
I'm English, try and deport me!
[Chorus (x2):]
Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession.
Love me or hate me, that is the question.
If you love me then thank you!
If you hate me then fuck you!
I'm that funky little monkey with the tiniest ears.
I don't like drinking fancy champy,
I'll stick wit Heineken beers.
Whoops, might burp in ya face,
A little unlady-like,
What can I say?
Well oh gosh I'm not posh, me, I wear odd socks.
I do what I'm doing, yeah!
So everybody's entitled to opinions,
I open my mouth and shit I got millions.
I'm the middle kid, the riddle kid,
I'll make you giggle till your sick
Cause my nose jiggles while I spit.
Yeah I do have some stories
And its true I want all the glory.
Go on then, come on support me,
I'm English, try and deport me!
[Chorus (x2):]
Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession.
Love me or hate me, that is the question.
If you love me then thank you!
If you hate me then fuck you!
Love me or hate me
Love me or hate me
So I can't dance and I really can't sing.
I can only do one thing,
And that's be Lady Sovereign!
So I can't dance and I really can't sing.
I can only do one thing,
And that's be Lady Sovereign!
[Chorus (x4):]
Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession.
Love me or hate me, that is the question.
If you love me then thank you!
If you hate me then fuck you!
[x2:]
Love me or hate me
Love me or hate me
Love me or hate me
I can only do one thing,
And that's be Lady Sovereign!
La pensadora del foro
Posted 01 October 2007 - 02:29 PM
Violadores del Verso: Vicios y Virtudes
¡Yeah! Rap solo, Doble V, 2001. ¡Vicios y virtudes! ¡Yeah!
Cuando empiezo a calentarlo, y tenéis un litro levantadlo,
no estoy sereno, no hay razones para estarlo
no estoy sobrio no hay razones para estarlo,
para estarlo ¡co! levantarlo.
Cuando empiezo a calentarlo, y tenéis un litro levantadlo,
no estoy sereno, no hay razones para estarlo
no estoy sobrio no hay razones para estarlo,
para estarlo ¡co! levantarlo.
Mi canción es triste y me falta la ambición, el mejor que yo no existe y nada llama mi atención,
Tengo el glamour de un japo pero al menos lo hago guapo, y con mi puto grupo destapo otra botella de ron.
Ven con los colegas, quiero ver lo que decís, cuando cruja tu canción, tú a capella y tú remix.
Si ¡co! mi rap va mas allá de lo físico, de lo estético, he aquí mi disco.
Con un muñeco de mierda querían hacerme vudú, mis raps salieron de un garaje pero mis huevos huelen a champú.
Borracho en público, hombre en privado, el placer no es pecado lo he explicado.
Mi rap se dirije de los oídos a donde te dije, en Zaragoza no hay amor si el guión no lo exige.
Mi nombre es Javier, soy un mito inimitable, mi superioridad en un micro no es cuestionable.
¡Algunas veces el destino es tan cruel! Mi antigua novia bebe más que Massiel y está desmejorada
Para la hinchada en la grada, vino mi rap ¡hijos de puta me querian tumbar!
Pero hip-hop estaba en mí, como Dios en Jesucristo, y muchos mercaderes se acercaron a mi templo pa' fumarse un pisto.
¿Ahora qué? Somos 5 escrotos autosuficientes, ¡bendigo a los clientes!.
Sé de donde vengo, y sé a donde voy, sí, si tú lo sabes y yo lo sé.
Sé cuando debo de hablar, sí, y sé cuando debo callar, acérquense, enemigos cúbranse.
No sé si doy en el blanco, porque no sé donde caen las granadas que lanzo.
No sé si es soneto o prosa, solo sé algo de poesía y algo de cortesía.
Sabemos manejar computadoras, diseñar metáforas, corregir a Pitágoras.
Pero ¿quién sabe cómo distraer a las guapas, cómo despistar policías?.
No te vamos a enseñar nada que no sepas, ni nada que no quieras aprender, tú lo sabes y yo lo sé.
Que ponen los pies en la luna pero quedará una, enfermedad a falta de vacuna.
Solo sé que donde caben ovaciones caben consuelos, mantén tus pies en el suelo.
Yo sé resolver un problema, me sobra cualquier teorema, yo sí sé a qué sabe la crema.
Nena, ¿sabes tú de dónde sale la miel?
Han puesto precio a mi piel, pero sé andar por este nivel, esquivando edificios entre virtudes, y vicios, y precipicios.
Martes, miércoles, jueves... Sé que el tiempo estropea los muebles.
Sé más de ceros que de nueves, aprendí algo del suspenso, traigo el suspense ¡co!
Si empiezo a calentarlo, y tenéis un litro levantadlo,
no estoy sereno, no hay razones para estarlo
no estoy sobrio no hay razones para estarlo,
para estarlo ¡co! levantarlo.
Si empiezo a calentarlo, y tenéis un litro levantadlo,
no estoy sereno, no hay razones para estarlo
no estoy sobrio no hay razones para estarlo,
para estarlo ¡co! levantarlo.
Si para estar de muerte tengo que acabar en un coche fúnebre, ser un ser inherte, música de fondo lúgubre.
Casi prefiero estar mal entre vivos, entre divas, con mis movidas y con mis líos.
Violadores contra otro cualquier grupo, es un Ex-paña - Malta, ni el de honor, no nos dejamos ni uno.
Poned el culo flagelación al canto con correa, pelea de gallos en escenario, muerte instantanea.
Sorpréndome de tener en memoria tanto párrafo, si ni me acuerdo de lo que hice en mi último verano.
Supongo que fue en la costa, whisky and soda, toallas, discos de moda y poco más.
Figuras de avispa en pasarela, diosas que veo desnudas enteras por tan sólo 2 monedas.
Hablo de pit-shows, de pajas en cabinas, de penes de látex con venas y todo en estanterías.
Golferío, fui culo de mal asiento en pupitre, aprobáronme para perderme de vista al instante, instante.
¿A qué te dedicas beodo? A beber litros de "cali" y a posteriori cagar petróleo.
El 1 de enero me quito de fumar y me apunto a un gimnasio y aparco los vasos, ¡os lo juro!.
Promesa incumplida como todos los años, a acabar impregnado de tragos hasta el culo ¡os lo aseguro!
Si empiezo a calentarlo, y tenéis un litro levantadlo,
no estoy sereno, no hay razones para estarlo
no estoy sobrio no hay razones para estarlo,
para estarlo ¡co! levantarlo.
Si empiezo a calentarlo, y tenéis un litro levantadlo,
no estoy sereno, no hay razones para estarlo
no estoy sobrio no hay razones para estarlo,
para estarlo ¡co! levantarlo.
Doble V, te lo pone ahí.
A las primeras de cambio,
Pon las manos despues de mi DJ.
Estaba escrito, vicios y virtudes.
Edited by Rancita, 01 October 2007 - 02:33 PM.
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Posted 01 October 2007 - 04:12 PM
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Posted 01 October 2007 - 04:24 PM
TTC - "Telephone"
[Tekilatex]
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone.
Pas la peine de m'énerver avec ton air intellectuel. Non.
S'il le faut je l'écrirais à l'encre indélébile.
Je ne veux pas parler avec toi et je ne veux pas faire d'effort. Non.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone.
Et si ca sonne occupé c'est que j'préfère appeler mes potes.
Je le regarde sonner et puis je pense aux dinosaures.
Car le téléphone n'exitait pas encore à cette époque.
Tout ce que tu peux raconter n'est pas interressant.
Si tu veux bien m'excuser je préfère m'en aller vraiment.
Pardonne moi si c'que j'te dis peux s'avé(soy mongolo) méchant.
Tu ne sais pas grand chose dans ta vie à part ennuyer les gens.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Non.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Non.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Non.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Ok.
[Cuizinier]
J'aime quand tu obéis.
Saute sur mon obélisque.
Fais la comédie.
Fais le en haut débit.
J'aime quand tu remues ta paire de nénés folles.
Mais ce que je n'aime pas, c'est que tu m'harcèles au téléphone.
Ne m'appelle plus, je ne veux plus t'entendre.
Je ne veux pas de toi et ne veux pas t'faire d'enfant.
Tu m'aimes, désolé mais j'en ai trouvé une plus belle.
A coté d'elle tu as l'air d'une, poubelle.
Je mens pour qu'elle ce la ferme.
A chaque fois qu'elle ouvre la bouche c'est pour dire de la merde. Non.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone.
Va te plaindre à tes parents mais pas à moi si t'es nait conne.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Non.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Non.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Non.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Ok.
[Tido Berman]
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas.
Je ne plaisante pas, je ne décorche pas.
Tu te fatigues quand je pratique le temps.
Y'en a plus que pour toi.
Je programme mon appareil.
Tu tombes direct sur mon répondeur.
On dirait que tu veux le remplir.
Mais n'as tu plus d'amour propre ?
Qu'est ce qui t'empeches d'arrêter ?
Rien ne m'empêche d'effacer la cassette.
Ou de créer une chanson avec.
Où je te démolis la tête.
Tu aimes le sucre et moi le sel.
Tu joues de la flute et hais cet instument.
J'te dis un truc oublie mon numéro maintenant.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Non.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Non.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Non.
Pas la peine d'appeler je ne réponds pas au téléphone. Ok.
Non. Ok. Non. Non.
Edited by Salax, 01 October 2007 - 04:26 PM.
Gran Vampiro
Posted 01 October 2007 - 08:11 PM
Super Advanced Member
Posted 02 October 2007 - 02:30 AM
The word is about, there's something evolving,
whatever may come, the world keeps revolving
They say the next big thing is here,
that the revolution's near,
but to me it seems quite clear
that it's all just a little bit of history repeating
The newspapers shout a new style is growing,
but it don't know if it's coming or going,
there is fashion, there is fad
some is good, some is bad
and the joke is rather sad,
that its all just a little bit of history repeating
.. and I've seen it before
.. and I'll see it again
.. yes I've seen it before
.. just little bits of history repeating
Some people don't dance, if they don't know who's singing,
why ask your head, it's your hips that are swinging
life's for us to enjoy
woman, man, girl and boy,
feel the pain, feel the joy
aside set the little bits of history repeating
.. just little bits of history repeating
.. and I've seen it before
.. and I'll see it again
.. yes I've seen it before
.. just little bits of history repeating
Super Advanced Member
Posted 02 October 2007 - 04:53 PM
Alone tonight in somebodys bed
She gone and dyed her hair red
She only went and did what she did
cause he would drive her home then
Theres lipstick on her new dress
She hadnt even paid yet
But it doesnt matter where the money went
It wasnt how she paid er rent
One, two, three marlenas
Theres got to be someone we can trust
Out here among us
Now lookin out across the city lights
She thought theyd be a good pair
Now he could make a living sellin cars
Maybe she could work there
Shes gonna pick a star in the night
And pray to make it all right
She tried so hard not to pick a kite
She always prayed to heaven lights
One, two, three marlenas
Theres got to be someone we can trust
Out here among us
One, two, three marlenas
Its see no, speak no, hear no evil about us
The three marlenas
Man, I think Im gonna buy myself a rolls
Maybe a chevrolet
One where I can pull that top down
Just let my radio play
Now Im headin out on that highway
Im goin right out of state
Now I aint lookin back until Im gone
Right through heavens gates
One, two, three marlenas
Theres got to be someone we can trust
Out here among us
One, two, three marlenas
Ya see no, speak no, hear no evil among us
The three marlenas
Three marlenas
Three marlenas
Advanced Member
Posted 02 October 2007 - 07:32 PM
La pensadora del foro
Posted 02 October 2007 - 10:36 PM
Violadores del Verso se salenQué bonita es ésta! Gracias, Rancita
. Me alegro que te guste .
Marea - Romance de José Etxailarena
Escapé de la cama,
con lo bien que estaba con tus besos de canela en rama,
con tu sol que rezuma como si fuera espuma.
Pero va, preparad la escombrera,
que me enciendo y ruedo muy flamenco por las escaleras,
como un soplo de cierzo, tal que una enredadera.
'Este niño nunca va a llegar a ná',
se murmuran entre todos al pasar,
y es que me aspiro la vida en tres calás.
La primera le pega fuego al colchón,
la segunda gira todas las veletas,
la tercera va arrasando las cunetas de mi corazón.
Y entra el amor, flaco y mojao,
como una raspa de pescao,
como un beso puesto al trasluz.
Y de su mano llegas tú,
con tu pelo como el betún,
como un piropo bien tirao.
Es como salir de la trena,
aunque cuando esté contigo corra el vino tinto por mis venas,
y salir de tu ombligo no merezca la pena.
¿Pa' qué? ¿pa' encontrarme perdío?,
¿pa' rodar como ruedan al mar las piedritas del río?,
¿pa' encontrarme a tu mundo?... Pa' eso ya tengo el mío.
“Este niño se nos va a descalabrar”,
se murmuran entre todos al pasar,
Y es que me meto la vida en tres calás.
La primera se atrinchera en un rincón,
la segunda me va haciendo menos daño,
la tercera está subiendo los peldaños de mi corazón.
Y entra el amor, flaco y mojao,
como una raspa de pescao,
como un beso puesto al trasluz.
Y de su mano llegas tú,
con tu pelo como el betún,
como un piropo bien tirao.
No hay romance ni flor que supuren amor viviendo en un florero.
No se pueden regar con agüita con sal las matas de romero.
Morirán sin razón, casi igual que el olor de los invernaderos.
Los tallos de verdad no se deben quebrar... ¡No!...
Y entra el amor, flaco y mojao,
como una raspa de pescao,
como un beso puesto al trasluz.
Y de su mano llegas tú,
con tu pelo como el betún,
como un piropo bien tirao.
Ay...
Edited by Rancita, 02 October 2007 - 10:48 PM.
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