sexta-feira, 29 de agosto de 2008

Não era, concretamente

Lovin
Kind - The Concretes



she needed lovin' in the morning
he kept asking her why
to be held and comfort
in her bravest time
instead he gave her a feeling
she should run n' hide
without knowing direction or cause
if you were my lovin' kind
you wouldn't ask me why
but your not my lovin' kind
you turn to her, you turn to me, you turn to her.
she woke up tired of runnin'
decided to stay all day
to seek comfort in herself
and when it's time for her awakenin'
she'll do it alone
without needing to say
direction or cause.
if you were my lovin' kind
you wouldn't ask me why
but your not my lovin' kind
you turn to her, you turn to me, you turn to her.

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