March 2011
Aquele momento estranho em que você está relaxando no parque, e Bruno Mars passa arrastando um piano.
“Eu tentei tanto para não te perder. Eu vim com um milhão de desculpas, eu pensei em todas as possibilidades.”
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Homem tinha que ser que nem bola de vôlei: você grita "É MEU!" e todo mundo se afasta.
Em um grupo de amigos tem:
O doce:
Aquele com o pavio curto:
O que irrita quem tem pavio curto:
O que não ouve:
Aquele com os movimentos tontos:
Aquele com estilo:
A rainha do drama:
A bebê chorona:
O que nunca entende nada:
A pervertida:
E claro, EU:
pâmela martins de andrade, rafaela vidal pava de sousa e carollina bento cesar.
You’re a falling star, you’re the get away car, you’re the line in the sand when I go too far, you’re the swimming pool on an August day and you’re the perfect thing to say. And you play it coy, but it’s kind cute, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do. Baby, don’t pretend that you don’t know it’s true. And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times, it’s you, you make me sing, you’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything. You’re a carousel, you’re a wishing well and you light me up, when you ring my bell. You’re a mystery, you’re from outerspace, you’re every minute of my everyday. Whatever comes our way, we’ll see it through and you know that’s what our love can do. And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times it’s you, it’s you, you make me sing, you’re every line, you’re every word, you’re my everything.
