I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet
Just don't leave, don't leave
I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile
Just don't leave, don't leave
And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps
Just don't leave, don't leave
don't leave, don't leave
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet
Just don't leave, don't leave
I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile
Just don't leave, don't leave
And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps
Just don't leave, don't leave
don't leave, don't leave
2 comentarios:
Algunas vez, sólo una vez, alguien me dedicó una canción, era una de Selena, horas después de que la oí Yolanda Saldívar le sugirió una bala a la reina del Tex Mex. Entonces comprendí que las personas hacemos eso, acabamos matando a los que amamos (literal o metafóricamente). Pero por otro lado, ¡qué delicia es sentirse amado!, ¿no?
I love it!
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