despues de la tormenta
I wanna live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
You see us together, chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.
posted by the fragile @ 10:40 PM
1 Comments:
mmm... neil young. Ese tendría que entrar en el terreno de las almas. Simpatico el hombre. Se cree demasiado para estar con un chica y no valer un centavo.
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