sexta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2009

Noite de quinta

Prazer pequeno...

Momma, someday you'll be so proud of me
You'll see me hanging in the New York gallery
Someday I'm gonna draw from the left side of my brain
People are gonna ask, 'is it brilliant or plain?


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