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I'm only waiting for the proper time to tell you
That it's impossible to get along with you.
It's hard to look you in the face when we are talking,
So it helps to have a mirror in the room.
I'm only waiting for the proper time to tell you
That it's impossible to get along with you.
It's hard to look you in the face when we are talking,
So it helps to have a mirror in the room.
O nome dela era Marie.
Ela amava por dinheiro.
O nome dela era Marie,
O nome ainda me lembro,
Mas, o cheiro, já esqueci.
Devia ser uma mistura
De vinho tinto e bourbon,
Ou então uma bofada
De perfume do bom.
O nome dela era Marie.
Ela amava por dinheiro.