Fly like an aeroplane
Cry like the whistle of a long black train
Dance in the pouring rain
Spit in the eye of a hurricane
Be alive like a lonely note from John Coltrane
Run like it's a getaway
Say those things that you shouldn't say
Think about it
Wouldn't that be cool?
Cry like the whistle of a long black train
Dance in the pouring rain
Spit in the eye of a hurricane
Be alive like a lonely note from John Coltrane
Run like it's a getaway
Say those things that you shouldn't say
Think about it
Wouldn't that be cool?
p.s. Se vc não viveu o último ano, meu bem, tem mais é que desapareçer mesmo!
E que venha 2010!
