Monday, October 11, 2004

Love Cats

We move like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss

We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let's go and throw
All the songs we know...

Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats

We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
Oh you know that
I'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream

Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats

We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to dinner huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up in the fire
Get up for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream

Hand in hand
Is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces...
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this?

I love you... let's go...
Oh... solid gone...
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this?

Deus tem um senso de humor engraçado. Beatles ainda é a banda da minha vida (simples e adolescente, e daí? às vezes ser über-nerd cansa). Essa letra já estava aqui, com outros propósitos, para ser publicada, mas acho que hoje é simplesmente perfeita. Estranho como temos sentimento de posse sobre as pessoas. Eu também tenho. Ando chorando muito. Vou ficar monstruada no sábado e portanto acabei de entrar na fase "brava-carente", que é o pior tipo de TPM que se pode ter: preciso de muito carinho, muito abracinho, muito cafuné, muito beijinho, mas dou patadas em todo mundo; e ninguém entende - eu entendo - e eu fico só. Tudo bem, às vezes eu também tenho vontade de sair correndo de mim mesma.

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