2007/05/13

maitasunak bere aurpegi itxusiena erakusten du

I always thought our relationship was cool
You played the role of having sense
I always played the fool
Now something's different
I don't know the reason why
Whenever we separate
I almost want to cry


Oh no, please not that again
Love rears up its ugly head

And when I come home late you don't complain or call
So as a consequence
I don't go out at all
My friends are frightened
They don't know what's going on
They think you put a spell on me
And now my mind is gone


Oh no, please not that again
Love rears up its ugly head

Love's not so bad they say But you never know where love is gonna go
Does anybody really know?

I'm standing at the altar
As they play the wedding march
I'm in a black tuxedo with my collar full of starch
She looks as lovely as she's ever gonna get
I wake up from this nightmare in a pool of sweat

Oh no, please not that again
Love rears up its ugly head

What you gonna do?
What you gonna do
When it comes and gets you?

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Anònim ha dit...

Ta egixa da inor ez dagola maitasunaz libre. Zer ein maitasuna datorrenian, harrapatzen zaituenian ta azalpen barik ebste pertsona baten menpe jartzen dotsunian? Benetako maitasun bat besterik ez dogu ezagutzen bizitzan, Beste guztak, horrek imitazioak dia.