"It´s got to be....perfect, It´s got to be....worth it. Some people take second best But i won´t take anything less, It´s got to be...pewewewewerfect."
it's. oh. so quiet it'a oh. so still you're all alone and so peaceful until...
you fall in love zing boom the sky up above zing boom is caving in wow bam you've never been so nuts about a guy you wanna laugh you wanna cry you cross your heart and hope to die
'til it's over and then it's nice and quiet but soon again starts another big riot
you blow a fuse zing boom the devil cuts loose zing boom so what's the use wow bam of falling in love
it's. oh. so quiet it's. oh. so still you're all alone and so peaceful until...
you ring the bell bim bam you shout and you yell hi ho ho you broke the spell gee. this is swell you almost have a fit this guy is "gorge" and i got hit there's no mistake this is it
'til it's over and then it's nice and quiet but soon again starts another big riot
you blow a fuse zing boom the devil cuts loose zing boom so what's the use wow bam of falling in love
the sky caves in the devil cuts loose you blow blow blow blow blow your fuse when you've fallen in love
ssshhhhhh... --------------------- ISTO é que é. Mas onde, porra, onde?!...
As letras das músicas mais "poppy" são a maior parte das vezes, as que têm os princípios mais saudáveis.
Por isso, o ridículo de ter transcrito esta letra é facilmente superado pela capacidade explicativa que ela tem da simples frase: "A exigência implica interesse." Pois é.
Eu já sou tão ridiculamente exigente que seria uma sorte aparecer alguém que me despertasse verdadeiro interesse. Assim interesse MESMO. Do que dá dores de barriga e tudo o mais.
"101.1 Fahrenheit To some it's a fever, to her it's just right and I can't hold her and it's bringing me down her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold a devil with an angels face I've been told I think I'll push my luck next time you're around You know I'd walk through fire for you, I'd burn in hell to make it all true, I´ll never love anyone else in this world but you These thousand reasons why I try to prove to you I'm not like other guys I don't give a damn what other people think
A flare for the strange and a temper like a whip A soft hand clutches a riding crop grip Smell of latex rubber...it drives me insane Beat him once then send him on his way There's no room in your life for anyone to stay Engrave your moniker in welts of pain
There's nothin I wouldn't do to prove to make these words I promised true I'd rather live my life alone than without you You know I'd rather die than to fuck this up, wouldn't get another try Got one chance there's nothing I wouldn't do
You´ll be my master I'll be your servant On my knees I beg to be abused
You can take the skin right off my back with a riding crop or a leather strap I'd take it all just to be with you
I'd walk through fire for you I'd burn in hell to make it all true I never loved anyone else in this world but you These thousand reasons why I´ve tried to prove to you I'm not like other guys You're my goddess and I worship you."
Eu sei que este não é o sítio mais indicado, mas esta merda de escritório está um inferno sem ti. Pedem-me tudo! Não estava habituado a ser tão requisitado. Retorna rapidamente, sacana! Fazes falta para descanalizar trabalho e para fazer companhia nos copos.
If "latino" means "passionate", até nem me importava de soar como uma puta sul-americana, gorda e sifilítica. "Demasiado latinos"?! Seu pseudoimigrante de leste.
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Não, não, não.
Tudo errado, Dri Barrymore.
"It´s got to be....perfect,
It´s got to be....worth it.
Some people take second best
But i won´t take anything less,
It´s got to be...pewewewewerfect."
Assim é que é.
Mesmo para "socalled" carentes.
Nananinanão, Pedrocas (gostaste? veio-me agora).
it's. oh. so quiet
it'a oh. so still
you're all alone
and so peaceful until...
you fall in love
zing boom
the sky up above
zing boom
is caving in
wow bam
you've never been so nuts about a guy
you wanna laugh you wanna cry
you cross your heart and hope to die
'til it's over and then
it's nice and quiet
but soon again
starts another big riot
you blow a fuse
zing boom
the devil cuts loose
zing boom
so what's the use
wow bam
of falling in love
it's. oh. so quiet
it's. oh. so still
you're all alone
and so peaceful until...
you ring the bell
bim bam
you shout and you yell
hi ho ho
you broke the spell
gee. this is swell you almost have a fit
this guy is "gorge" and i got hit
there's no mistake this is it
'til it's over and then
it's nice and quiet
but soon again
starts another big riot
you blow a fuse
zing boom
the devil cuts loose
zing boom
so what's the use
wow bam
of falling in love
the sky caves in
the devil cuts loose
you blow blow blow blow blow your fuse
when you've fallen in love
ssshhhhhh...
---------------------
ISTO é que é. Mas onde, porra, onde?!...
As letras das músicas mais "poppy" são a maior parte das vezes, as que têm os princípios mais saudáveis.
Por isso, o ridículo de ter transcrito esta letra é facilmente superado pela capacidade explicativa que ela tem da simples frase: "A exigência implica interesse."
Pois é.
Eu já sou tão ridiculamente exigente que seria uma sorte aparecer alguém que me despertasse verdadeiro interesse.
Assim interesse MESMO.
Do que dá dores de barriga e tudo o mais.
sim, intenso, sim:
"101.1 Fahrenheit
To some it's a fever, to her it's just right
and I can't hold her
and it's bringing me down
her blood runs hot but her heart beats cold
a devil with an angels face I've been told
I think I'll push my luck next time you're around
You know I'd walk through fire for you,
I'd burn in hell to make it all true,
I´ll never love anyone else in this world but you
These thousand reasons why I try to prove to you
I'm not like other guys
I don't give a damn what other people think
A flare for the strange and a temper like a whip
A soft hand clutches a riding crop grip
Smell of latex rubber...it drives me insane
Beat him once then send him on his way
There's no room in your life for anyone to stay
Engrave your moniker in welts of pain
There's nothin I wouldn't do to prove
to make these words I promised true
I'd rather live my life alone than without you
You know I'd rather die than to fuck this up,
wouldn't get another try
Got one chance there's nothing I wouldn't do
You´ll be my master I'll be your servant
On my knees I beg to be abused
You can take the skin right off my back
with a riding crop or a leather strap
I'd take it all just to be with you
I'd walk through fire for you
I'd burn in hell to make it all true
I never loved anyone else in this world but you
These thousand reasons why I´ve tried to prove to you
I'm not like other guys
You're my goddess and I worship you."
Onde? Porra, onde, SEI LÁ!
Beeeeeeeem que cena brutal. É de quem?!
strung out - Ultimate devotion
Humm. Never heard of. Prefiro as coisas mais poppy :p
lidos com o dia a nascer as 4 da manha (e sem acentos), soam demasiado latinos!
Eu sei que este não é o sítio mais indicado, mas esta merda de escritório está um inferno sem ti. Pedem-me tudo! Não estava habituado a ser tão requisitado.
Retorna rapidamente, sacana!
Fazes falta para descanalizar trabalho e para fazer companhia nos copos.
Abraço.
If "latino" means "passionate", até nem me importava de soar como uma puta sul-americana, gorda e sifilítica.
"Demasiado latinos"?! Seu pseudoimigrante de leste.
E toma-te lá com o (deslocado) comment latino-apaixonado do Pedro, que foi um momento bonito :P
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