She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, but it's o'k She hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp
lunes, 29 de marzo de 2010
viernes, 26 de marzo de 2010
martes, 23 de marzo de 2010
domingo, 21 de marzo de 2010
sábado, 20 de marzo de 2010
lunes, 15 de marzo de 2010
Fly me to the moon.
Fly me to the moon
let me play among the stars
let me see what spring is like
on a-jupiter and mars
in other words, hold my hand
in other words, baby, kiss me
Fill my heart with song
and let me sing for ever more.
And this could be one of the best Sinatra´s song:)
jueves, 11 de marzo de 2010
martes, 9 de marzo de 2010
lunes, 8 de marzo de 2010
Black lips and red roses.
domingo, 7 de marzo de 2010
London.
Riding through the city on my bike all day
Cause the filth took away my licence
It doesn't get me down and I feel ok
Cause the sights that I'm seeing are priceless
Everything seems to look as it should
But I wonder what goes on behind doors
A fella looking dapper, but he's sittin with a slapper
Then I see it's a pimp and his crack whore
You might laugh you might frown
Walkin' round London town
sábado, 6 de marzo de 2010
viernes, 5 de marzo de 2010
miércoles, 3 de marzo de 2010
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