28 de diciembre de 2008
Keep it to yourself
You say you’d like to kill the man
Who broke my heart
You don’t think he should be allowed to live
You say you want to shoot the dude
Who screwed me up
Me, I’m trying so hard to forgive
But here’s his address, here’s his picture
Here’s the make and model of his car
He works until 4:30
Then he hangs out at the topless bar
With a girl on each arm
If he should come to harm
Just keep it to yourself
Remember how he cheated
And he lied to me
You told me that it makes you lose your head
I see they’re pouring concrete
On Route 33
I don’t believe you’d do those things you said
But here’s his address, here’s his picture
Here’s his pager number and his cell
He works out at the health club
And he really likes to watch himself
Flexing in the mirror
If he should disappear
Just keep it to yourself
I like the way that you take care of me
I like the way you say that you’ll take care of things
So here’s his address, here’s his picture
Here’s the make and model of his car
He works until 4:30
Then he hangs out at the topless bar
With a girl on each arm
If he should buy the farm
Just keep it to yourself
Keep it to yourself
Keep it to yourself
Amy Rigby
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1 comentario:
Buff. Qué letra más increíble. Supongo que eso es lo que nos sorprende de música y libros, como las palabras de otros pueden resumir de manera precisa los sentimientos a los que nosotros mismos no le pondríamos palabras.
Gracias grankabeza. Y ánimo con tus deberes ;P
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