Gosto de muitas músicas dos Everything But the Girl, mas da "temperamental" não...
This temperamental side,
The one you say that you can't hide.
D' you ever see yourself - The way it looks to someone else?
This temperamental trick,
The one you say you can't predict.
You're like an empty cup.
Forgive me if I don't wait up.
I don't get where you're coming from -
What is real and what's put on,
What has stayed and what has gone.
How long will this thing go on and on?
I don't want you to love me.
I don't want you to love me.
You're like an empty cup,
But I can't fill you up.
What planet are you on?
Not the same one I am from.
Do I just waste my time?
You pour your heart on mine.
You think it screws you up.
Forgive me if I don't wait up.
I don't get what you're trying to say -
What is wrong and what's okay.
You beat yourself up one more time.
You trample on this fierce heart of mine.
I don't want you to love me.
I don't want you to love me.
I don't know what you want from me.
All this endless sympathy.
You beat yourself up one more time.
You trample on this fierce heart of mine.
I don't want you too lovely.
I don't want you to love me.
Ó pá, não gosto, já disse q não gosto!
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3 comments:
Parece q não percebi e qd não percebo aí sim torno-me temperamental
Ai, sempre puseste :D O meu dia foi uma confusão.. temper, temper ;)
tss, tss...per me..
; )
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