Quarta-feira, Maio 07, 2003

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day

(...)

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you

(...)

"Putz...!"

I´m a creep, I´m a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?