Ahora resulta
que dormir la siesta me pone terriblemente de malas.
Malas como de explosión nuclear.
Así de malas.
Malas como de explosión nuclear.
Así de malas.
Como dice Emilie Simon
No es una canción profunda, ni propositiva, ni original, ni especial... Pero es la canción que se me vino a la mente anoche por un momento, justo antes de domir, cuando lo último que vi fue el perfil de su cuerpo a contraluz... " I want to buy you flowers it's such a shame you're a boy but when you are not a girl nobody buys you flowers I want to buy you flowers and now i'm standing in the shop I must confess i wonder if you will like my flowers You are so sweet and i'm so alone oh darling please tell me you're the one I'll buy you flowers I'll buy you flowers like not other girl did before You were so sweet and i was in love oh darling don't tell me you found another girl forget the flowers because the flowers never last for ever never last for ever never last for ever my love " *Quiero comprarle flores*
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