18 agosto 2008

The good life

When I look in the mirror
I can't believe what I see
Tell me, who's that funky dude starin' back at me?
Broken, beaten-down can't even get around
without an old-man cane I fall and hit the ground
Shivering in the cold, I'm bitter and alone
Excuse the bitchin' - I shouldn't complain
I should have no feeling, 'cuz feeling is pain
as everything I need is denied me
and everything I want is taken away from me
but who do I got to blame?
Nobody but me
I don't wanna be a lone man anymore
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night
It's time I got back to the Good Life
It's time I got back, it's time I got back
'n I don't even know how I got off the track
I wanna go back, yeah!
Screw this crap, I'm tired! I ain't no Mr. Cool
I'm a pig, I'm a dog, so 'scuse me if I drool
I ain't gonna hurt nobody, ain't gonna cause a scene
I just need to admit I want sugar in my tea
Hear me out, I want sugar in my tea!

Um comentário:

Gibran disse...

pensei em vc e na milu esse fim de semana e resolvi procurar teu blog... coincidência ou não vc postou hehehehe. Como estão as coisas? e a milu? (saudade dela) manda uma foto ou algo assim recente daquela pretinha... abraços. (gibran.net@terra.com.br)