segunda-feira, outubro 13, 2008

Odeio brigar com minha baixinha de manhã

Desculpe, minha porpeta.


I've got sunshine
On a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside,
I've got the month of May.

Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl.
Talkin' 'bout my girl.

I've got so much honey
The bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song
Than the birds in the trees.

Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl.
Talkin' 'bout my girl.


I don't need no money,
Fortune or fame.
I've got all the riches, baby,
One man can claim.

Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl.
Talkin' 'bout my girl.

Talkin' bout my girl.
I've got sushine on cloudy day
With my girl.
I've even got the month of May
With my girl.




Direto na têmpora: Kiss the girl - Samuel E. Wright

4 comentários:

Danny Falabella disse...

faz parte....e passa.

redatozim disse...

Na hora do almoço já passou, danny.

Micho en el pais de las maravillas disse...

eu odeio brigar a qualquer hora, eles fazem uma cara que deixa a gente se sentindo o pior ser humano no planeta.

redatozim disse...

de manhã é pior pra mim, micho, porque só vejo ela de novo mais tarde... aiai