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Un dia mas en la ciudad, buscando un lugar que ocupar Tratando de olvidar, que eres todo lo que tuve y te vas Un dia mas en la ciudad, buscando algo en que pensar Llorando porque tu te vas y

Yeah yay oh I´m hungry yeah I said I´m starving yeah I want some Pizza Coke and ice cream popcorn cotton candy Marshmallows milkshake and peanuts would be so great Pies chips candy apples Twinkies Frosted Flakes And donuts french

Woke up this morning and felt no too cool – ooh ooh ooh ooh Cause every time I tried to make my mouth move – ooh ooh ooh ooh The pain I´m having is so discomforting Please make this suffering

Oh yes I´m guilty For leasing myself out Not ready to go up for sale Can´t seem to give it up Stubborn, so selfish I´m showing off the worst in me The return of Saturn Assessing my life Second guessing

You and your museum of lovers The precious collection you´ve housed in your covers My simpleness threatened by my own admission And the bags are much too heavy In my insecure condition My pregnant mind is fat full with envy

You and your museum of lovers The precious collection you´ve housed in your covers My simpleness threatened by my own admission And the bags are much too heavy In my insecure condition My pregnant mind is fat full with envy

(G Stefani, T Kanal) from the «Simple Kind of Life» single Damsel in distress is quite submissive Look how somber my vanity is A feminine human creature Superficial, seducing detour I’m going to the mall for the cookie cutter The

Can you hear that whistle Loud clackety-clack Well it´s calling to me The station is where it´s at It´s coming again now Chuggin? down that track Just check your records Got all my bags packed You´ll always find me waiting

You’re my concentration Everything else is a bore I’ve got myself snagged on you No self-control Now all that I want do Sleep in the shadow of you For the rest of my life Now I can chisel Chisel and

Your my concentration, everything else is a bore I´ve got myself snagged on you, no self control Now all that I wanna do, sleep in the shadow of you for the rest of my life Now I can chisel, Chisel

Just like a bee rushing to a comb of honey Why can’t you see you look so very funny You worry yourself sick till you’re blue in the face Relax and sleep, tomorrow isn’t leaving And counting your sheep won’t

Just like a bee rushing to a comb of honey Why can´t you see you look so very funny You worry yourself sick till you´re blue in the face Relax and sleep, tomorrow isn´t leaving And counting your sheep won´t

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At the end of the day you are worn out, you are worn out, and too tired to sleep But then you do dream of wonderful things That you might do, right on through to the next day And then