| You do not come to me with a weeping tango
That I need rate.
Because there is music in my heart
and to mine it does not give me the same.
You do not come to me with a weeping tango
because he is very strong,
if sometimes I watched to you
it was because you had luck.
Waw small I become crazy
When I think about the idiot that one,
That it came in the disc and said to me of back:
“Baby Hears who is contiguous that these”.
There I occurred return and I saw of flank,
It was skinny, high, of squashed hair.
It took hold the hand to me became the gallant,
And it said to me: “baby we are going to dance”.
You do not come to me with a weeping tango
that I need rate.
Because there is music in my heart
and to mine it does not give me the same.
You do not come to me with a weeping tango
because he is very strong,
if sometimes I watched to you
it was because you had luck.
He imagined to me like a easy girl,
I I ask myself: “this they man that it does?
It watched me at the eyes and it wanted to me to kiss
I cut to him of one and it sends it to take a walk.
It requested excuses to me very desperate
And I shouted to him: “borrate tared”.
It said to me: “dame an opportunity”,
Only it needed to put itself to cry. |
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