Its Not True
(Hofstede)
He lives in a bungalow
He lives in a bungalow
Sits on a couch and
Looks at a color show
He lives in a bungalow
He lives in a bungalow
Different cars in
A garage down below
Look at my etchings on the wall
Look at the lampshade in the hall
They told me it's hand-made from Japan
They sold me a ready-made again
We like middle of the road we're
Living in the middle of the room
She lives in a bungalow
She lives in a bungalow
Sits on a sofa
Looks at the colour show
Doing the dishies by machine
She is the wedgewood kitchen queen
He lives in a bungalow
He lives in a bungalow
Sits on a couch and
Looks at a color show
He lives in a bungalow
He lives in a bungalow
Different cars in
A garage down below
Look at my etchings on the wall
Look at the lampshade in the hall
They told me it's hand-made from Japan
They sold me a ready-made again
We like middle of the road we're
Living in the middle of the room
She lives in a bungalow
She lives in a bungalow
Sits on a sofa
Looks at the colour show
Doing the dishies by machine
She is the wedgewood kitchen queen
Texturas
Son las seis
tus relieves me despiertan
despues de tanto descansar
tiempo al tiempo de volver a celebrar
necesito al mundo para darme cuenta
me hace falta despues de todo
siempre vamos a encontrar texturas, texturas
Conocer, tu medida en mi medida
acariciando diferencias
siempre vamos a encontrar figuras
necesito al mundo para darme vuelta
mas consigues mas querras
tiempo al tiempo de volver a celebrar
sin culpa
Dispare una frase al viento
y una mujer cayo.....
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