Eres una perra rica-dijo- una perra rica. Ahora estoy lleno de poesía. Podredumbre y poesía, poesía podrida.

domingo, 27 de enero de 2013

I am a man, man, man, man
Up, up in the air
And I run around, round, round, round this down town and act like I don't care.
So when you see me flying by the planet's moon,
You don't need to explain if everything's changed
Just know I'm just like you.

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