Seguramente hay cosas que uno puede ir uniendo por piezas, pero ni la mejor o la peor merecen lo que quieres ofrecerles, que no es más que egoísmo y placer temporal.
Lo mismo que quiero yo mismo, para mi mismo.
Dale, mejor que suenen las guitarras, hay que tirar un par de golpes... y creer que las cosas pueden ser mejores. El rock ayuda a romper algunas cosas, por tres minutos y medio. Lo que dura uno de esos largos suspiros que escuchas.
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move,
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.
Ah, ah, child, way you shake that thing,
Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.
Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way,
Watch your honey drip, can't keep away.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh
I gotta roll, can't stand still,
Got a flamin' heart, can't get my fill,
Eyes that shine burning red,
Dreams of you all through my head.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...
Hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby,
Tell me won't you do me now.
Hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby,
Move'n while you're groovin' now.
Didn't take too long 'fore I found out
What people mean by down and out.
Spent my money, took my car,
Started tellin' her friends she goin' be a star.
I don't know, but I've been told
Big legged woman ain't got no soul
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, ah
All I ask for, all I pray,
Steady load of woman gonna come my way.
I need a woman gonna hold my hand tell me no lies, make me a happy man.
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