jueves, 11 de junio de 2009

She moves in her own way

I was hoping someday
You'd be on your way to better things
It's not about your make-up
Or how you try to shape up
To these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams, honey

So now you pour your heart out
Your telling me you're far out
You're not about to lie down for your cause
But you dont pull my strings
'Cos I'm a better man moving on to better things

("She moves in her own way", by The Kooks)

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