chiquilín de bachín

—El mundo es la suma del pasado y de lo que se desprendió de nosotros— Novalis

lunes, junio 23, 2008

Love, love, love

There's a girl I'm wild about,
Every time I take her out
I hurry, I scurry, I worry so.
And we always can be found, 
where there's no-one else around
If I lost her, what a blow, I love her oh-wo-oh
Yes I love her in the morning and I love her at night
I love her, oh, I love her when the stars are shining bright
I love her in the Springtime and I love her in the Fall
But last night on the back porch, I love her best of all.