Eu gosto tanto desta suavidade do Sales
que não resisti e fiz um letra nova.
Doomsday
Over the line, we think twice
“You’re not Millay”, you say,
But it will have to do
And I’ll speak to you ‘bout time
I’ll be on my desk, for sure.
You can rest as sugar –
Til’ my doomsday.
These are not the Leaves of Grass
That you came for (so fast).
And the pain, it subsides
With the weight of all your
Wild thighs.
I’ll be on my desk, for sure.
You can rest as sugar –
Til’ my doomsday.