He left no time to regret; kept his dick wet with his same old safe bet. Me, and my head high, and my tears dry, get on without my guy. You went backto whatyou knew; so far removed from all that we went through. And I tread a troubled track, my odds are stacked;I'll go back to black. We only said goodbye with words,I died a hundred times. You go backto her, and I go back to... ... I go back to us. I love you much; it's not enough, you love blow and I love puff. And life is like a pipe, and I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside. We only said goodbye with words, I died a hundred times. You go back to her, and I go back to black.
Estoy completamente segura de que yo pertenezco a la década de los ochenta y me encanta expresarme, actuando, cantando, respirando, de cualquier forma. En otras palabras, me encanta vivir, porque "amar el arte es amar la vida".