creo que me quiero quedar...

Hey tú.... sí, tú!

Well, you've got your diamonds
and you've got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know

But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire

Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could

But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire

Your old man took her diamond's and tiaras by the score
Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
Not in Knightsbridge anymore

So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire

Now you've got some diamonds and you will have some others
But you'd better watch your step, girl
Or start living with your mother

So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire

ea ea... nada mal para un lunes

Ahora sí...

Es el cumpleaños de mi carnalito y la verdad que no sé si algún día él lea estos espacios de sus hermanos. Pero esto funicona sólo como una descarga, por si alguna vez... por sí acaso, se pasa por aquí y se da cuenta que se siente chido que te dediquen unas palabras.

Como el "ponte chingón" que siempre me ha dicho; esas veces que se enojaba conmigo porque me veía con una chica fea; esas veces que me oía triste desde lejos...e sto es para mi Sensei, para mi hermano dinamita... Pásala chingón mi Fredy... treinta y tantos... aunquee no se te vean!