5 poemas antes de descer a América #2
Carimbo nas costas da
Mão para entrar no
Bar da noite anterior que
Ainda não apagou
Honesto eu
Sou assim
Kelly Green
Por favor me diga
Why are you so mean?
Depois do último gole eu
Não vou falar estrangeiro no
Seu ouvido como eu
Fiz
Em vez disso vou
Pedir
Cordialmente
Would you show me your teets?
--bent
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Mean mistreater, you make me cry,
You lay around, and watch me die.
Mean mistreater, can't you see I'm real?
Are you satisfied, with the way you feel?
I've tried hard to live without you, in so many ways.
I just can't help myself from thinking of you, for the rest of my days.
Heartache is at my door step, won't leave me alone.
I just can't get used to it, now that I'm on my own.
I know all about you, your childhood days,
Your mom and dad, your pretty face.
Mean mistreater, if you need me,
I'm needin' you to set me free.
(grand funk railroad)
periquito
ps: chega logo velhote!!! ano novo??? hein, hein???
Ah, garoto!
Tá arrematando as gringas aí???
curió
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