Bocados de Ar

Porque as palavras não passam de bocados de ar

sábado, dezembro 13, 2003

"Oreos"

"Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Gonna use my arms,
Gonna use my legs,
Gonna use my style,
Gonna use my side-step-
Gonna use my fingers.
Gonna use my, my, my, imagination.
Cause I going make you see-- there's nobody else here
No one like me"