Canción de la semana

Una muestra perfecta de cuando la música contrasta con la letra y te termina apuñalando.

Presten atención, si no, no van a entender.



With one or two I get used to the room,
we go slow when we first make our moves,
by five or six, bring you out to the car,
number nine with my head on the bar.

And it's sad, but true,
out of cash and I.O.U.'s.

I've got desperate desires and unadmirable plans,
my tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent,
bring you back to the car, get you out of the cold,
a sober, straight face gets you out of your clothes.

And they're scared that we know
all the crimes they'll commit,
who they'll kiss before they get home.

I will lie awake,
lie for fun and fake the way I hold you,
let you fall for every empty word I say.

Barely conscious on the door where you stand,
your eyes are fighting sleep and your mouth makes your demands,
you laugh at every word, trying hard to look cute,
I almost feel sorry for what I'm going to do.

And your hair smells of smoke,
who will cast the first stone?,
you can sin or spend the night all alone.

Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold
in the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone,
you're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start,
if you let me have my way, I swear I'll tear you apart.

'Cause it's all you can be,
you're a drunk and you're scared,
it's ladies' night, all the girls drink for free.

I will lie awake,
lie for fun and fake the way I hold you,
let you fall for every empty word I say.

I will lie awake,
and lie for fun and fake the way I hold you,
let you fall for every empty word I say.

I will lie awake,
and lie for fun and fake the way I hold you,
let you fall for every empty word I say.

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Rickymel (: