sexta-feira, abril 18

she's my baby, i don't expected her. she was happy at sixteen o'clock


sorrisão e carinha de feliz

here comes the sun

just after 4 p.m
my baby gets happy

mas ainda é pouco.
ela fica assim, all that jazz

My Baby Just Cares for Me
Nina Simone


My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just cares for me

Baby, my baby don't care for shows
And he don't even care for clothes
He cares for me
My baby don't care
For cars and races
My baby don't care for
He don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Liberace's smile
Is something he can't see
Is something he can't see
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for me

1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

she's still my baby too, isn't she?

domingo, abril 20, 2008 11:54:00 AM  

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