quinta-feira, 25 de junho de 2009

Quinta sem lei

Deborah Harry. Precisa dizer mais? Um furacão nos anos 70, uma louraça inteligente o suficiente para, junto com o seu Blondie, mudar o punk e ser a pioneira da nova ordem, da nova onda, da new wave. Se eu fosse grandinho o suficiente naqueles loucos anos, eu diria Vai, lourinha, me liga.


Colour me your colour, baby, colour me your car. Colour me your colour, darling, I know who you are. Come up off your colour chart, I know where you're coming from. Call me on the line, call me call me any anytime. Call me my love you can call me any day or night. Call me. Cover me with kisses, baby, cover me with love. Roll me in designer sheets, I'll never get enough. Emotions come I don't know why, cover up love's alibi. Call me on the line, Call me call me any anytime. Call me oh my love, when you're ready we can share the wine. Call me. Ooh, he speaks the languages of love. Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami. Ooh, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi anytime anyplace anywhere anyway. Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway. Call me my life, call me call me any anytime. Call me call me in a sweet design. Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi. Call me on the line. Call me call me any anytime. Call me. Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah. Call me my love. Call me, call me any anytime.

3 comentários:

Fernanda S. disse...

Colouring the world, huh?!
Adoro a quinta sem lei!
Beijossss

Before Sunrise disse...

Adoro essa musica!

Caco disse...

Debbie vai do desespero à ameaça em cada um dos 'Call Me!' da música...
Hehehe e isto é bacana...