your eyes may be whole
but the story i'm told
it's your heart is as black as night...
your lips may be sweet
such that i can't compete
but your heart is as black as night...
i don't know why you came alone
at such a perfect time...
but if i let you hang around
i'm bound to lose my mind
cuz your hands may be strong
but the feeling's are wrong
your heart is as black as night...
i don't know why you came alone
at such a perfect time
but if i let you hang around
i'm bound to lose my mind
cuz your hands may be strong
but the feeling's r' wrong
your heart is as black...
your heart is as black...
oh, your heart is as black as night...
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Gracias mil por el regalo.
No conocía a la Gardot. Y me encantó.
Ya estoy rastreando la red para bajarme música de ella.
Gracias, motero.
besos
ps: no descuides el bulín, tamo?
la ferro
trato, Sil... trato, pero el mundo cruel me arrebata de mis intentos, y naufràgo en la depresion habitual de el arroz con arvejas...
pero soy persistente y no abandono... aunque, claro, cuesta arriba se tarda màs, vio?
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