Such a sour girl

Pura dualidad, el cuerpo, en Buenos Aires... la mente, en Chipre.

martes, 2 de junio de 2009


























Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen

Give him two lips like roses and clover

Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.

Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own

Please turn on your magic beam

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.


Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him the word that I'm not a rover

Mr. Sandman bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a “come-hither” gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci

And lots of wavy hair like Liberace

Mr Sandman, someone to hold
Would be so peachy before we're too old

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