Una gran amiga inicia hoy su aventura de año y medio en NY.
Echaremos de menos tu frescura y espontaniedad...
Que lo disfrutes muchísimo pero sobre todo.... VUELVE!!!!
See you soon, Pussycat!!!
It was Christmas Eve babe/ In the drunk tank/ An old man said to me, won't see another one/ And then he sang a song/ The Rare Old Mountain Dew/ I turned my face away/ And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one/ Came in eighteen to one/ I've got a feeling/ This year's for me and you/ So happy Christmas/ I love you baby/ I can see a better time/ When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars/ They've got rivers of gold/ But the wind goes right through you/ It's no place for the old/ When you first took my hand/ On a cold Christmas Eve/ You promised me/ Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome/ You were pretty/ Queen of New York City/ When the band finished playing/ They howled out for more/ Sinatra was swinging,/ All the drunks they were singing/ We kissed on a corner/ Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir/ Were singing "Galway Bay"/ And the bells were ringing out/ For Christmas day
You're a bum/ You're a punk/ You're an old slut on junk/ Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed/ You scumbag, you maggot/ You cheap lousy faggot/ Happy Christmas your arse/ I pray God it's our last
I could have been someone/ Well so could anyone/ You took my dreams from me/ When I first found you/ I kept them with me babe/ I put them with my own/ Can't make it all alone/ I've built my dreams around you
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