viernes, 8 de agosto de 2008

Paren el mundo, me quiero matar.

Que sea guapo, que sea valiente,

que tenga todo lo que hay que tener,

que sea bien hombre a más no poder,

que me ame con todo y con más,

y que algún día me haga mujer,

con sus ojitos llenitos de amor,

bese mi boca con todo su ardor,

baile mi baile y me haga sentir,

que si me mira yo siento vivir.

jueves, 7 de agosto de 2008



Esto que yo siento acá
Que no lo puedo explicar
Esto que me pasa
Estas ganas de volar.
Esto que yo siento acá
Que no me deja pensar
Que nació de golpe
El deseo de cambiar...
Eso que dicen tus ojos
Que yo solo puedo ver.
Esto que yo siento acá
Que me hace despertar
Que esconde el secreto
El silencio de soñar.
Eso que dicen tus ojos
Que me habla, sin hablar

miércoles, 6 de agosto de 2008

I've got a right to be wrong. My mistakes will make me strong. I'm stepping out into the great unknown. I'm feeling wings though. I've never flown. I've got a mind of my own. I'm flesh and blood to the bone. I'm not made of stone. Got a right to be wrong. So just leave me alone. I've got a right to be wrong. I've been held down too long. I've got to break free. So I can finally breathe. I've got a right to be wrong. Got to sing my own song. I might be singing out of key. But it sure feels good to me. Got a right to be wrong. So just leave me alone .You're entitled to your opinion. But it's really my decision. I can't turn back I'm on a mission. If you care don't you dare blur my vision. Let me be all that I can be. Don't smother me with negativity. Whatever's out there waiting for me I'm going to faced it willingly I've got a right to be wrong My mistakes will make me strong I'm stepping out into the great unknown. I'm feeling wings though. I've never flown. I've got a mind of my own. Flesh and blood to the bone. See, I'm not made of stone. I've got a right to be wrong. So just leave me alone. I've got a right to be wrong. I've been held down to long. I've got to break free. So I can finally breathe. I've got a right to be wrong. Got to sing my own song. I might be singing out of key. But it sure feels good to me. I've got a right to be wrong. So just leave me alone.
Tic-tac
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Color me your color, baby.Color me your car.Color me your color, darling.I know who you are.Come up off your color chart.I know where you’re coming from.Call me on the line.Call me, call me any anytime.Call me, my love, you can call me any day or night.Call me!Cover me with kisses, baby.Cover me with love.Roll me in designer sheets.I’ll never get enough.Emotions come, I don’t know why.Cover up love’s alibi.Call me on the line.Call me, call me any anytime.Call me oh my love.When you’re ready we can share the wine.Call me.Ooh, he speaks the languages of love.Ooh, amore, chiamami. Oo, appelle-moi, mon cherie (appelle-moi). Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, anyway!Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day, anyway!Call me my love.Call me, call me any anytime.Call me for a ride.Call me, call me for some overtime.Call me my love.Call me, call me in a sweet design.Call me, call me for your lover’s lover’s alibi.Call me on the line.Call me, call me any anytime..Call me.Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah.Call me my love.Call me, call me any anytime.





Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travelled the world
And the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them wanna get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused