La belleza en el fango

5/18/2007 01:20:00 p.m.


Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why dont yo like me
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on the shelf?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!




La mera filosofía con esa rola.
Y escuchando a Mika, me dan ganas de estar en un graaaaaan parque, comiendo banana split y pensando que en realidad ***today is the greatest***.
Ultimamente me da como cosa, ando demasiado, demasiado buena onda.
Que será?
Bah.....es la edad.
Pensándolo mejor, hoy me puse de buenas porque iba caminando por ahí muy animosa, cuando de repente suena mi celular:

"Hey wey, vamos a fumar a la madre esa que es como indú y la mamada"
"Orale, si te llego mi flyer"
"A webo, háblales a las otras dos pendejas (nótese que dijo 'otras dos'..thanks Kaffie) y de ahí nos vamos a pistear"
"Arre, yo les hablo".

Ok.
Conclusión: Me pone de buenas el tabaco, la cerveza y mis compas.




vomitado por Orizschna
4 comentarios


A las 2:27 p.m., Blogger Aída said........
Hola!
muchas gracias por visitarme! me encantó tu blog!
  


A las 6:55 p.m., Blogger Juan Carlos Magno said........
Contigo estan los que quieren estar, pero algunos de los qu eno estan contigo es porque no saben ni lo que quieren ellos mismos, mucho menos van a saber o querer tener una amiga like you. Vientos.
  


A las 11:17 a.m., Blogger Pierre Herrera said........
you would be queen...










salud!
  


A las 9:03 a.m., Blogger Setsuka said........
Graaaaaan tema! la letra es genial!
  


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