25 feb. 2009

La Balance Fucking Week.

Duras jornadas laborales se ciernen sobre mí, pero no desfalleceré.

(lo siento, no me da tiempo a traducir)



Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As Ive done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
Its a big enough umbrella
But its always me that ends up getting wet

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if shell marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

2 comentarios:

tenor dijo...

Que la "cris" is , ha hecho mella en tu calendario y compañeros, no te preocupes, a mi este año al final ni ipc ni gaitas, gracias y rezar para que no caiga nadie.
Buena fucking week,

Cuke dijo...

Ya sabes, hacer las cosas bien conlleva más trabajo... y menos remuneración... Tengo que escribir sobre el tema...