El día de hoy la masa funk amaneció con afán de ama de casa, con inusuales deseos de poner un árbol de navidad, de limpiar 10 años de mugre y cochambre, de poner en orden la vida de Nadie.
Asi que me voy de chacha al compás de la música y les dejo la radio prendida, pero en vez de estar como Luzyfer cantando de manera lastimosa "Yyonosoyabusadorayyonosoyabusadoray...", les dedico una bonita canción, porque prefiero venir a cantarles que andarlos asaltando, y dice:
We had broken up for good just an hour before
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
Now I'm staring at the bodies as there's dancin' 'cross the floor
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
And then the band slowed the tempo and the music gets me down
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
It was the same old song with the melancholy sound
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
They don't write 'em like that anymore
They just don't write 'em like that anymore
We'd been living together for a million years
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
But now it feel so strange (out in the atmospheres?)
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
And then the jukebox plays a song I used to know
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
Now I'm staring at the bodies as they dancin' so slow
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
They don't write 'em like that anymore
They just don't write 'em like that anymore
Now I wind up staring at an empty glass
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
Cause its so easy to say that you'll forget your past
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
They don't write 'em like that anymore, no!
They just don't write 'em like that anymore
They don't write 'em like that anymore
They just don't write 'em like that anymore
Si alguien desea acompañar en los coros al Hijo de Nadie, no duden en enviarme un correo electrónico con espacio disponible decente, para enviarles su selección del día de hoy.
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El Hijo de nadie
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