sexta-feira, 23 de abril de 2010

Don't bother

She's got the kind of look
That defies gravity
She's a greatest cook
And she's fat free

She's been to private school
And she speaks perfect French
She's got the perfect friends
Oh, isn't she cool?

She practices Tai Chi
She's never lose her nerve
She's more than you deserve
She's just far better than me


Hey, hey
Don't bother
I won't die of deception
I promise you won't ever see me cry
Don't feel sorry

And don't bother
I'll be fine
But she's waiting
The ring you gave to her
Will lose its shine
So don't bother, be unkind

I'm sure she doesn't know
How to touch you like I would
I beat her at that one good
Don't you think so?


She's almost six feet tall
She must think I'm a flea
I'm really a cat, you see
And it's not my last life at all


For you, I'd give up all I own
And move to a communist country
If you came with me, of course
And I'd file my nails
So they don't hurt you
And lose those pounds
And learn about football
If it made you stay
But you won't, but you won't

And after all I'm glad
That I'm not your type
Promise you won't ever see me cry

Don't bother,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine
I'll be fine, I'll be fine
Promise you won't ever see me cry
And after all I'm glad
That I'm not your type
Not your type, not your type, not your type
Promise you won't ever see me cry


to fissurada por essa música
acho ela muito eu... muito qualquer mulher com M maiúscuo, na verdade.

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