Tal vez podría haber sido otra canción…pero hoy es esta. RSA
I can’t contain the motion
Get it out of my mind
I can bend the rules with primitive tools and stutters
I feel right at home beside the wood shed
Give as good as I do get
And I heart the part when you play the concerned friend
When will it end?
Unfortunately none of us will get away spared
From the never-ending night life that we shared
I cannot even do one sit-up
Sit-ups are so bourgeoisie
I’m busy hanging out and spending your money
What does it mean?
I want to be there