Your love is like a studded leather headlock. Your kiss it could put creases in the rain. You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock. And those other girls are just postmix lemonade.
Jani ami eta ek shotti shotti vor. Jani ami eta noy kono kolpona. Jani ami eta noy shopno shopno ghor. Jani ami eta kono dukher kolpona. . evabe kate jodi kete jak na.
Oh, it's ever so funny. Cause I don't think you're special. I don't think you're cool. You're just probably all right. But under these lights you look beautiful.
She's thunderstorms. Lying on her front, up against the wall. She's thunderstorms. . I've been feeling foolish, you should try it. She came and substituted the peace and quiet for.
O Acre eu vou salvar, e um dia eu serei cacique, da minha aldeia.. Olha ai olha ai vou te flechar. Serei cacique é meu sonho proteger as indias; o pagé selou em mim o dino de sete caldas..
Fools on parade cavort and carry on. For waiting eyes. That you would rather be beside than in front of. But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.
You want to have her. Two years have gone now. But I can't relate. To the never ending. Games that you play. As desire passes through. And you're open.
When we walked the streets together. All the faces seemed to smile back. And now the pavements. Have nothing to offer. And all the faces seem to need a slap.
I'm not the kind of fool. Who's gonna sit and sing to you. About stars, girl. But last night I looked up into. The dark half of the blue. And they'd gone backwards.