02.12
Mamma che fatica, anche solo azzeccare la password! Stasera ho raggiunto il mio record personale (Oktoberfest a parte): 3 Gordon’s medie + 1 piccola, per un totale di 10 euri, ma mi è andata male!
I WANT YOU NOW, TOMORROW WON’T DO!
Taking a ride with your best friend
Mamma che fatica, anche solo azzeccare la password! Stasera ho raggiunto il mio record personale (Oktoberfest a parte): 3 Gordon’s medie + 1 piccola, per un totale di 10 euri, ma mi è andata male!
I WANT YOU NOW, TOMORROW WON’T DO!
Give me one more chance
and you’ll be satisfied
Give me two more chances
you won’t be denied
Well, my heart is where it’s always been
my head is somewhere in between
Give me one more chance
Let me be your lover tonight
You’re the real thing
Yeah, the real thing
You’re the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Give me one more chance
and I’m gonna make you sing
Give me half a chance
To ride on the waves that you bring
Well, you’re honey, child
to a swarm of bees
Gonna blow right through you
like a breeze
Give me one last chance
we’ll slide down the surface of things
You’re the real thing
Yeah, the real thing
You’re the real thing
Even better than the real thing
We’re free to fly the crimson sky
The sun won’t melt our wings tonight
Oh now, here she comes
Take me higher
Can you take me higher?
Take me higher
Will you take me higher
You’re the real thing
Oh, the real thing
You’re the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing… child
OK, ho deciso che lo scopo di questo weekend è vedere quanto riesco a bere. Stasera 1 Devil’s kiss + 1 bionda doppio malto, ovviamente medie, per un totale di 7 euri. Cosa dite? Il weekend inizia domani? Dettagli. So solo che vorrei che fosse già lunedì.
Quello che state leggendo è l’ultimo post del Sukko(Ego)Blog. Non ho più né il tempo, né la voglia, né soprattutto lo spirito, di continuare a tediare il mondo con le mie banali riflessioni sui massimi sistemi.
Grazie a chi ha collaborato, anche solo lasciando qualche commento. Il sito rimarrà ancora up per un po’, finché non riuscirò a riorganizzare il (poco) materiale che può essere di qualche utilità al mondo.
E vi lascio così:
I would say I’m sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I’ve said too much
Been too unkind
I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
Because boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that it’s too late
And now there’s nothing I can do
So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
Because boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
I would tell you that I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it’s no use
That you’ve already
Gone away
Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more
Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
Because boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry