I’ve got a hole in my pocket,
where all the money has gone
and I’ve got a whole lot of work to do with your heart
‘cause it’s so busy and mine’s not.
Loving strangers, loving strangers, loving strangers, oh.
Loving strangers, loving strangers, loving strangers, oh.
And it’s just a star of the winter and I’m all alone
but I’ve got my eye right on you.
Give me a calling and I’ll take you to the moon,
now give a pin and I’ll kiss you so foolishly,
like you do when you lie, when you’re not in my thoughts,
like you do when you lie and I know it’s not my imagination.
Loving strangers, loving strangers, loving strangers, oh.
Loving strangers, loving strangers, loving strangers, oh.
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Abril 21, 2008 a 12:16 pm
ohh, es tremenda..
por cierto, ya he abierto mi cuaderno de la explosión:
http://cuadernodelaexplosion.blogspot.com