6.2.09

>> Mr. Pink Buscemi.

3 comentários:

Anônimo disse...

Hummm Mr. Pink!
Just my type!

Anônimo disse...

jorge michel, me torci na pia quando vi essa sua letra, me joguei no asfato da abbey road e me perguntava 'why not me?' 'why?', e agora você vem com essa do mr. pink.
bom, kissyourasscallme.


'...All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take

Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy
What a kick just a buddy and me
We had every big shot good-time band on the run boy
We were living in a fantasy
We won the race
Got out of the place
I went back home got a brand new face
For the boys on MTV
But today the way I play the game has got to change
Oh yeah
Now I'm gonna get myself happy

I think there's something you should know
I think it's time I stopped the show
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone I forgot to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Don't think that I'll be back again
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take

Well it looks like the road to heaven
But it feels like the road to hell
When I knew which side my bread was buttered
I took the knife as well
Posing for another picture
Everybody's got to sell
But when you shake your ass
They notice fast
And some mistakes were built to last

That's what you get

I say that's what you get

That's what you get for changing your mind

And after all this time
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man

I'll hold on to my freedom
May not be what you want from me
Just the way it's got to be
Lose the face now
I've got to live!'

Anônimo disse...

Inveja mata, ciúmes é doentio,
e o elton me faz rir. Volta para seu pianinho, para suas músicas melosinhas e seus pseudo-amiguinhos patéticos. E jorge, se liga, você não está com essa bola toda, no no.