Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Não ligue para esse papo de bebado...

Lyin', cheatin', hurtin, that's all you seem to do.

Messin' around with every guy in town,
Puttin' me down for thinkin' of someone new.
Always the same, playin' your game,
Drive me insane, trouble is gonna come to you,
One of these days and it won't be long,
You'll look for me but baby, I'll be gone.
This is all I gotta say to you woman:

YOOOOUR TIIIIME IS GOONNA COMEEE

YOOUR TIME IS GONNA COME

YOUR TIME IS GONNA COME

Made up my mind to break you this time,
Won't be so fine, it's my turn to cry.
Do want you want, I won't take the brunt.
It's fadin' away, can't feel you anymore.
Don't care what you say 'cause I'm goin' away to stay,
Gonna make you pay for that great big hole in my heart.
People talkin' all around,
Watch out woman, no longer
Is the joke gonna be on my heart.
You been bad to me woman,
But it's coming back home to you.

YOOOOOOOUR TIME IS GOONNA COME



Todos os créditos para o Jimmy, o Page, o Plant e o Robert, e companhia.

1 Comments:

At 25 May, 2006 17:39, Anonymous Anonymous said...

faz favor de escrever em português paraos leigos q nem eu:/ hehehehehehehehehehehe

 

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