Sobre los cuerpos nos echamos anteriormente, tu y yo. Adictos al camino largo, al descanso carente de espasmos y caricias. Hondas molduras capilares jugando con la luz de una ventana erizada y fuimos, ciertamente, formas juguetonas sobre el cristal. Languidos, aborrecibles, dignos de un tiempo de dioses hemos ido sepultando a nuestras naciones por el morbido precio de un adjetivo. Y fue alli, en el camino largo, en donde de repente diste conque no querias mas ser de mi, ni serme.
NOT ME, NOT ME
The piano has been drinking, my necktie is asleep And the combo went back to New York, the jukebox has to take a leak And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking... And the menus are all freezing, and the light man's blind in one eye And he can't see out of the other And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid, and he showed up with his mother And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking As the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler cream-puff casper milktoast And the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fence post 'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking... And you can't find your waitress with a Geiger counter And she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her And the box-office is drooling, and the bar stools are on fire And the newspapers ...
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