"Pretty", наверное

[Стилл]

Pretty, your hair is some kind of gold,
And your heart is some kind of steel.
Pretty, your love is some kind of fault,
But, pretty, your hands make me feel.

You're a full-bodied wine
And a full-on hang-up,
You seem to be the best.

Pretty, your warmth sometimes in my bed
Blows a fuse, and the world's going down.
Pretty, you smile at the men you've just met,
And your smell disappears in the town.

You're a full-bodied wine
And a full-on hang-up,
You seem to be the best.

Those prissy girls and your angry beat
Makes me crave, I'm your tea-cup to fill,
Pretty, your smile is some kind of cheat,
But don't go, just forgive me my thrill.

You're a full-bodied wine
And a full-on hang-up,
You seem to be the best.


Знал бы ноты - записал бы музыку.

@музыка: Peter Broderick - Broken Patterns

@темы: унылый вечер с унылой семьёй, раздвоение языка

Comments

[Реми Нор]

Напой ^^

[Стилл]

Напел уже в телефон. И вряд ли повторю вживую.)
Что у тебя там с компьютерами? Они таки есть, или их таки нет?

[Реми Нор]

Скорее нет, чем есть. На следующей неделе, надеюсь, будет.

[Стилл]

Давай, а то без тебя не информативно и не мысленаличествующе.