nao dizem nada que nao possa dizer Quantos versos sobre nos eu ja guardei Deixa a luz daquela sala acesa e me peca pra voltar Sei que amores imperfeitos
Eu sei que meu amor a? imperfeito Mas se ele deixar, vou lhe mostrar O quanto tambem Tenho defeito Na?o e pra me gabar Mas rio do que faa§o Eu devia chorar
Översättning: Maria Bethania. Imperfect.
Översättning: Pato Fu. Imperfect.
Översättning: Skank. Älskar.
Eu sei que meu amor a? imperfeito Mas se ele deixar, vou lhe mostrar O quanto tambem Tenho defeito Na?o e pra me gabar Mas rio do que faa§o Eu devia
: Eu sei que meu amor a? imperfeito Mas se ele deixar, vou lhe mostrar O quanto tambem Tenho defeito Na?o e pra me gabar Mas rio do que faa§o Eu devia
Je grille une cigarette Je suis du bois d'allumette Qui se consume et je presume Que tout chemin se termine Autant pour prince que vermine La vie est
(Oh-oh-oh) x4 Verse 1: I saw you yesterday, And I heard what you had to say, All those ugly ways you Think about me, yeah. But I know it's okay, Gonna
Unto those who have enough you give more free of charge What becomes of those with nothing? You stand back and let them starve Well is your conscience
I never saw it coming the look in your eyes, showed me no surprise you walked me to the front door and said I love you and I'd never break your heart
You think I wouldn't have him Unless I could have him by the balls You think I just dish it out You don't think I take it at all You think I am stronger
I got pulled over in west Texas So they could look inside my car He said, "Are you an American citizen?" I said, "Yes sir, so far" They made sure I wasn
I guess there's something wrong with me, guess I don't fit in No one wants to touch it, no one knows where to begin I've got more than one membership
Our father who art in a penthouse sits in his 37th floor suite And swivels to gaze down at the city he made me in He allows me to stand and solicit graffiti
She's looking in the mirror She's fixing her hair And I touch my head to feel What isn't there She's humming a melody We learned in grade school She'
Standing just outside The circle of light Avoiding the pool cues Watching the game Waiting for you Hanging in the doorway Like smoke Like mistletoe This
I'm okay If you get me at a good angle And you're okay In the right sort of light And we don't look Like pages from a magazine But that's all right That
