2005 já era

Next Year
Things are gonna change
Gonna drink less beer
And start all over again

Gonna read more books
Gonna keep up with the news
Gonna learn how to cook
And spend less money on shoes

Pay my bills on time
File my mail away, everyday
Only drink the finest wine
And call my Gran every Sunday

Well, baby, they come and go
Will I do any of these things?
The answers probably no
But if there's one thing, I must do
Despite my greatest fears
I'm gonna say to you
How I've felt all of these years
Next Year

Next year, baby - Jamie Cullum (Só não precisava daquela "salsa" no fim da música...)

Um comentário:

Lili Cheveux de Feu disse...

eu não faço mais promessa... sei que não vou cumprir mesm...