a música mais bonita do mundo

essa:


Bed is for sleeping

Love is for making

You know love I am

yours for the taking

My eyes are for seeing

The wind is for blowing

And you see love I am yours for the knowing

And night is for dreaming

Sleep is for bedding

I will dream with you the night on our wedding

You have a splinter, and I have a thimble

I will pull it in with movements so nimble

And tears are for falling

Smiles are for breaking

Houses for burning

And kisses for faking

And where are you going?

And why are you leaving?

Left on the walkway

To swallow my grieving


descoberta da Marie.