I know that I don't love you But I tell you that I do But I only buy you flowers If I want anything from you You say that if you'll leave me It will
You know you're a cute little heart-breaker You know you're a sweet little love-maker I want to take you home I won't do you no harm You've got to be
Begging me to stay But I'm laughing in your face You're so desperate Not to let those years of care All go to waste But it was you Who wanted love, not
I want to be old And creek by the fire I want to smell of rotting wood It's all I desire I want my joints to seize up I want my legs to ache I want my
Spit out the shout of a warning Death is an honour with doubts So you live in the end And you mistrust the start Because you don't think it counts But
I went into the butchers I said wanted, wanted, wanted some meat Pass me some of that steak over there It looks so sweet I lost my heart to a meathook
And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me Three imaginary boys
Tradução: The Cure. Three Imaginary Boys.
[Originally by Jimi Hendrix] Foxy, Foxy You know you are a cute little heart breaker Foxy yeah, And you know you are a sweet little lover maker Foxy
No light No people No speak No people No cars No people No food No people Stopped Short Grinding halt Everything's coming to a grinding halt No sound
You wear your smile Like it was going out of fashion Dress to inflame But douse any ideas of passion You carry your love in a trinket Hanging round your
I went into the butchers I said wanted wanted wanted some... Meat Pass me some of that steak over there It looks so... Sweet I lost my heart to a meathook
Each set includes A turntable A nine inch icing bag With six high definition nozzles and adaptor And a fifteen inch inch food decorating bag With three
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eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me Three imaginary boys
10:15 Saturday night And the tap drips Under the strip light And I'm sitting In the kitchen sink And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
The sun rises slowly On another day The eastern sky grows cold Winter in water colours Shades of grey Something Something holds me hypnotized... I
Slowly fading blue The eastern hollows catch The dying sun Night time follows Silent and black Mirror pool mirrors The lonely place Where I meet you