terça-feira, 18 de novembro de 2008


Lady lights a cigarette
Puffs away, no regret
Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets
Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree
She says, I'm free
Sings so soft as if she'll break, says

I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder...

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