jueves, 21 de agosto de 2003

Nobody home

I've got a little black book with my poems in
got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
when I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in...

(la canción se me adelanta)
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
got a grand piano to prop out my mortal remains...

Y, se acabó. Pero ¡que buena es!

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