Hey;
Mudanças no blog...
template e sem musica...a musica a jukx jvai por pra mimm
so pra dizer q ess amenina ai do template nao sou eu *chora* e que esse olho lindo e maravilhoso tbem nao me pertencee *chora*
Amanha tem prova de inglees;e eu vou pra casa da larissa estudar depois da aulaa...=D
portant, provavelment eeu nem atualize amanha nem o meu flog, quanto mais o meu blog.q jah esta entregue as traças e mofando, mais tudo bem!
agora que eu dei uma melhorada na auto estima dele...
Sóó peço q vcs nãão se assustem quando vcs abrirem esse blog, pq eh a mesma coisa, continua sendo o meu blog impopular.
teenkiss
Love u ; baybe
PS: ra terminar sooh essa musica..q vai ser a musica do blog, e que eu ouvi ela 61 vezes seguidas
=D
Corrine Bailey Rae - Put Your Records On
Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the
same
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the road side,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Gotta love that afro hairdo.
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to
change.
Don't you think it's strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was
stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to
try any longer.
Do what you want to.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow