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21.12.2007., petak

You know that I`m no good


Amy Winehouse Lyrics



Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You're tear men down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
He's in the place, but I can't get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chips and pitter
You say we married, 'cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub you on the sink
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you know this little carpet burn
My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
- 22:14 - Komentari (8) - Isprintaj - #

05.12.2007., srijeda

CRTA ISPOD

Cetrdeset i jedna mi je.
Nisam ni tamo ni ovamo.
Nisam nigde.Zaglavljena sam izmedju ovog gde jesam i onog sto jesam.
Ne umem da napravim tortu.
Ne umem da sijem.
Nemam plocice na stomaku,niti sam ih ikad imala.
Nikad nisam naucila da vozim rolere.
Ne umem da opeglam musku kosulju.

jos uvek nisam videla
kitove
Njujork
Aljasku

Jos uvek nisam skitala Havanom.

Cetrdeset i jedna mi je.
Moj brat je umro u cetrdeset sedam.
Na sahrani su kazali da je imao divan,sretan zivot.
To je bila istina.
Na mojoj to nece reci.Svi znaju da je moj zivot sjeban.Dakle,cutace.
Eventualno: Bila je neprilagodjena.
Eventualno: steta...

Jos uvek kad se probudim ne vidim more pod prozorom.
O Lisabonu mi ponekad govori moj prijatelj Hoze,Portugalac,glavni kuvar u jednom velikom bostonskom restoranu.
Nemam pojma kakvog je ukusa supa od ajkulinih peraja.
Nisam nikad isla da lovim sabljarku.

Steta
Steta

Niko nece kazati pred mojim grobom:Ona je zivela tako skitacki,tako lako!


(nastavice se.....)


- 19:47 - Komentari (4) - Isprintaj - #

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