Una canzone
giovedì, settembre 13, 2007
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If u don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
With you?

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No...


Starò fuori due settimane senza riposo, un bel full immersion nel lavoro, yuppie! uscirò fuori di testa....
Vabbè....
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2 Comments:


  • At 9:01 AM, Anonymous Anonimo

    Due settimane non stop? :|

    Ommamma... di certo distrarranno la mente, ma rischiano di lasciarti come un pudding vecchio di 10 giorni. :|
    Speriamo bene...
    Un abbraccio!  
  • At 10:26 AM, Blogger Signora Pazza

    Che schiavisti, questa è un'overdose!
    Comunque la canzone è veramente bella...e triste.