I don't wanna be told to grown up!

When I look in the mirror, I can't believe what I see. Tell me, who's that funky dude staring back at me? Broken, beaten down; can't even get around without an old-woman cane. I fall and hit the ground, shivering in the cold; I'm bitter and alone. Excuse the bitching, I shouldn't complain; I should have no feeling, 'cos feeling is pain. As everything I need is denied me, and everything I want is taken away from me; but who do I got to blame? Nobody but me. And I don't wanna be an old woman anymore; it's been a year or two since I was out on the floor, shaking booty, making sweet love all the night. It's time I got back to the good life, it's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track. I wanna go back, yeah! Screw this crap, I've had it! I ain't no Mrs. Cool; I'm a pig, I'm a dog. So excuse me if I drool; I ain't gonna hurt nobody, ain't gonna cause a scene; just need to admit that I want sugar in my tea . Hear me, I want sugar in my tea! I don't wanna be an old woman anymore; it's been a year or two since I was out on the floor, shaking booty, making sweet love all the night. It's time I got back to the good life, it's time I got back, it's time I got back.

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JAJAJ, cuánta seriedad junta, muchachas ♥ . Btw, esa foto sólo me recuerda cómo necesito unas vacaciones YA!
Y cuánto las quiero también, pero ustedes no se lo digan a nadie (:
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Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends.

When everything is wrong, I'll come talk to you; you make things alright when I'm feeling blue. You are such a blessing and I won't be messing, with the one thing that brings light to all my darkness. You're my best friend, and I love you, and I love you; yes, I do. There is no other one who can take your place, I feel happy inside when I see your face; I hope you believe me, 'cause I speak sincerely and I mean it when I tell you that I need you. You're my best friend, and I love you, and I love you; yes, I do. I'm here right beside you, I will never leave you, and I feel the pain you feel when you start crying. You're my best friend, and I love you, and I love you; yes, I do. Yes, I do.
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Se sabe que la foto es simbólica (los maleducates ahi, wtf? jaj), porque falta mucha gente querida ahí. Aunque son fechas, creo yo, innecesarias, siempre es lindo tener una excusa para recordarle a esas personas especiales cuánto las queremos. Gracias por todas las pequeñas cosas que hacen que los quiera tanto y que la vida sea un poquito más linda. Gracias por todo eso que compartimos y que no me voy a olvidar nunca. Sin cursilerías ni cosas demasiado largas, sólo puedo decirles que, como todos los años y en este en especial, les deseo todo lo mejor y que los quiero MUCHO amigos ♥

And when I see you happy as a boy.

Open the door and let your love come down; over the wall, you're spinning 'round and 'round. 'Cause you wanted some love, I'll make it happen. 'Cause I don't wanna break your fine face; I can't take the way you wanna wrap me up inside your smile. Open your heart and let the good stuff out; water me, boy, and let me ease the drought. 'Cause you wanted some love, I'll make it happen. 'Cause I don't wanna break your fine face; I can't take the way you wanna wrap me up inside your smile. I can't be gone, darling, for very long, no; never know what you're gonna do. Standing there deep in front of you, take a look in between my eyes because I'm back, yeah.

Oh, in the sun, sun, having fun.

When you’re on a holiday, you can’t find the words to say all the things that come to you, and I wanna feel it too. On an island in the sun, we’ll be playing and having fun, and it makes me feel so fine, I can’t control my brain. When you’re on a golden sea, you don’t need no memory, just a place to call your own as we drift into the zone. On an island in the sun, we’ll be playing and having fun, and it makes me feel so fine, I can’t control my brain. We’ll run away together, we’ll spend some time forever, we’ll never feel bad anymore.

Still watching the ocean move.

You heard me on the radio about one year ago and you wanted to know all about me and my hobbies, my favorite food and my birthday. Why are you so far away from me? I need help and you're way across the sea. I could never touch you, I think it would be wrong; I've got your letter, you've got my song. They don't make stationery like this where I'm from, so fragile, so refined; so I sniff and I lick your envelope and fall to little pieces every time. I wonder what clothes you wear to school, I wonder how you decorate your room, I wonder how you touch yourself and curse myself for being across the sea. Why are you so far away from me? I need help and you're way across the sea. I could never touch you, I think it would be wrong; I've got your letter, you've got my song. Goddamn, this business is really lame; I gotta live on an island to find the juice. So you send me your love from all around the world, as if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams; oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel.