Le prometí hace bastante esto, pero recién ahora lo hice xDDDDDDD
Espero que te guste ^^
Medianoche y estoy esperando a las 12 y 5 ansiando que me lleve solo un poco más lejos por la calle.
Luz de luna eres solo un dolor de corazón aunque no lo parezca no evitarías que se rompa mi corazón si es solo por muy poco tiempo.
Jugando con la reina de corazones sabiendo que no es realmente muy lista el comodín no es el único tonto quién haría cualquier cosa por vos mostrando otra mentira pensando en una vida de delincuencia porque eso es lo que tendré que hacer para mantenerme lejos de tí.
Cariño, tu sabes, te vuelve loco por qué todo el mundo habla sobre lo que has hecho? Nene, sé que te pone triste pero cuando ellos están repartiendo dolores de corazón tu sabes que tienes que hacer algo contigo.
Jugando con la reina de corazones sabiendo que no es realmente muy lista el comodín no es el único tonto quién haría cualquier cosa por vos mostrando otra mentira pensando en una vida de delincuencia porque eso es lo que tendré que hacer para mantenerme lejos de tí.
Amantes, se que has tenido varias pero escondes tu corazón y les dices que son las unicas y otras, saben por lo que estoy atravesando y es difícil ser una amante cuando dices que solo estas por diversión.
Uno de mis temas preferidos de la serie, por qué será? xD
Burns: -Smithers, (hm?) turn on the surveillance cameras Smithers: -Yes sir!
Burns: -Hm. It's worse than I thought. Each morning at nine, they trickle through the gates They go home early, they come in late Reeking of cheap liquor they stumble through the day Never give a thought to honest work for honest pay I know it shouldn't vex me I shouldn't take it hard I know I should ignore their capering with a kingly disregard, but
Look at all those idiots Ooh, look at all those boobs. An office full of morons A factory full of fools Is it any wonder that I'm singing, singing the blu-u-ues!
They make personal phone calls, On company time. They Xerox their buttocks, And guess who pays the dime.
Their blatant thievery wounds me, Their ingratitude astounds! I long to lure them to my home, And then release the hounds!
I shouldn't grow unsettled When faced with such abuse. I shouldn't let it plague me, I shouldn't blow a fuse!
But, look at all those idiots, ooh, look at all those boobs. An office full of morons, A factory fulll of fools. Is it any wonder that I'm singing, Singing the blu-u-ues.
Burns: -What happened? Where are the instruments? Smithers: -I believe they call this a breakdown, sir. Burns: -I can't have any breakdowns here! What if there was an inspector around? Play a guitar solo. Smithers: -Oh, I'm a little out of practice, sir. Burns: -I said do it!!! So do it!!! do it!!! do it!!! Smithers: -Yes sir.
(Guitar Solo)
Burns: -Yes, excellent. Well done. All right, it's beginning to grate. That'll be sufficient, Smithers. Smithers: -Excuse me? Burns: -I said that's enough! Smithers: -Oh! Sorry sir. Thought I had my mojo working. Humph.
Burns: -That man by the cooler, Drinking water, as if it's free. Smithers: -Oh. That's Homer Simpson, sir. A drone from sector 7-G.
Burns: -Yes, well, call this Simpson to my office, And stay to watch the fun. If he's 6 feet when he enters, He'll be two feet when I'm done.
It brings a ray of sunshine To my unhappy life, To make him kneel before me, And slowly twist the knife.
Look at all those idiots Ohh, look at all those boobs. An office full of morons, A factory full of fools. Is it any wonder, that I'm singing, Singing the blu-u-ues.
Smithers: -Take me home, sir. Burns: -I'm trying.
Surrounded by idiots, Outnumbered by boobs. An office full of morons, A planet full of fools. Is it any wonder, I'm singing, Smithers: -Maybe you should be singing, sir. Burns: -Oh. Singing the blu-u-ues.
(Look at all those idiots.) Smithers: -Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters sound shallow and (An office full of morons.) cheerful, by comparison. Burns: -Thank you, Smithers. Meaningless but (Is it any wonder.) heartfelt compliment. I feel like I got a few things off my chest, and onto the chests of my inferiors. Smithers: -You do. (Look at all those idiots.) Burns: -Why are they still playing? Um... Office full of morons.) Burns: -They're not still on salary, are they? Smithers: -We're not validating their parking, sir.
