(...) Es que nunca se regenarán todas esas neuronas que perdimos aquel sabado, queridas.
No quería vodka, nadie queria vodka, pero tampoco nadie quería engordar así que hicimos a un lado la cerveza, no teníamos presupuesto y optamos por vodka y quizá nos alcanzaría para unos benson, pusimos a los beatles, acordamos no usar a tonatiuth y nos portamos más gays que nunca; pero al final nadie quedó viva como siempre y nos emborrachamos como nunca.
Las amo por degeneradas y anormales.
"No señor Miyagi, no quiero lavar carros, quiero aprender Karate."
Hoy digo :
There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything
And the talkin' leads to touchin' and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left
And It's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
When the loneliness leads to bad dreams
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you
and I call you and say "C'MERE!"
And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
And it's bad news
Baby it's bad news
It's just bad news, bad news, bad news
'Cause you're just damage control
for a walking corpse like me - like you
'Cause we'll all be Portions for foxes
Yeah we'll all be Portions for foxes
There's a pretty young thing in front of you
and she's real pretty and she's real into you
and then she's sleepin' inside of you
and the talkin' leads to touchin' then touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left
i don't care I like you I like you