(Colin Hay)
Carpet
stained with my red wine
I've been
staring at the fire
I keep
looking at the time
I'm
waiting on you
I can
hear the howling wind
Yes the
sound is getting higher
As the
night is closing in
I'm
waiting on you
Those big
black eyes wicked smile
That you
flash as you walk through my door
Into my
life
Into my
life
Won't you
come in and sit right down
Here let
me pour a Stolichnaya
Why is it
when you come around
I'm
waiting on you
We drink
until we get too tired
Even
though you try to dance for me
I still
can't light up your fire
So I'm
waiting on you
From time
to time I feel so blind
And
there's still so much more left to do
Into my
life
Into my life
Into my
life
You call
me on the telephone
You say
that I am always busy
So why am
I here all alone
Waiting
on you
I pick
you up in my white car
I could
fall ever so easily
Why you
keep me hanging on
I'm
waiting on you
Still,
those big black eyes wicked smile
That you
flash as you walk through my door
Into my life
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Minha trilha sonora mental, além de eclética é internacional!!! kkkkkkkkkk... De onde eu tirei essa música, Meu Deus?!! Como é que ela veio parar aqui no meu subconsciente? :P Bem, de qualquer forma, toda vez que a ouço me imagino assim, flutuando em uma bicicleta sob a chuva... só sonhando!!!(www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUe2xez3zt0)
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