quinta-feira, março 23, 2006

Pandemia do distúrbio do déficit de... hummmm... whatever!!!


THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKIN'
You keep saying you've got something for me
something you call love, but confess.
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what
they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what
they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.

Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!
Exorcismo... queimem os exús!!!!! C'mon, boots!!!!!! Lagosta fresca... huehuehuehuehuehue!!!!!

2 comentários:

Anônimo disse...

Parece propaganda da "Johnny Walker"!!!! hahaha
mas eu gostei disso...

Anônimo disse...

uma vez eu estava dançando exatamente essa versão da sinatrinha quando a sola do meu sapato descolou. sincrônico, não?

marco
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