When they call your nameWill you walk right up?With a smile on your face?Or will you cower in fearIn your favorite sweaterWith an old love letter?I wish you wouldI wish you wouldCome pick me upTake me outFuck me upSteal my recordsScrew all my friendsThey’re all full of shitWith a smile on your faceAnd then do it againI wish you wouldWhen you’re walking downtownDo you wish I was there?Do you wish it was me?With the windows clear and the mannequins eyesDo they all look like mine?You know you couldI wish you wouldCome pick me upTake me outFuck me upSteal my recordsScrew all my friends behind my backWith a smile on your faceAnd then do it againI wish you wouldI wish you’d make up my bedSo I could make up my mindTry it for sleeping insteadMaybe you’ll rest sometimeI wish I could
Escrito por Alberto Villar Campos @ 8:35 p. m.,
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