Frequentemente encontramos pessoas que definitivamente não aprenderam a sutil, porém GIGANTESCA, diferença entre ser SEXY e VULGAR. E isso, é claro, não tem só a ver com a roupa que estamos (ou não!!!) vestindo. Na verdade, tem mais a ver com o nosso comportamento... e convenhamos, existe hora para tudo... Se a gente passa do "timing", o negócio desanda... e o que era para ser legal e talvez até criativo, fica vulgar e ordinário.
BED OF ROSES
Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano
trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know
'cause a bottle of vodka's still lodged in my head and some blond gave me nightmares
I think that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead
With an ironclad fist I wake up and french kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head
While we're talkinga bout all of the things that I long to believe,
About love, the truth and what you mean to me...
And the truth is, baby, you're all that I need!
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonigth I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is and lay you down on a bed of roses
Well I'm so far away each step that I take is on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this payphones
Till I run out of time or it's hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I'll just close my eyes and whisper, baby blind love is true!
The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry
The barkeeper's wig's crookedand she's giving me the eye
Well I might have said "yeah" but I laughed so hard I think I died
Now, as you close your eyes, know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight again
Tonight, I won't be alone but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely
I've got nothing to prove for it's you that I'd die to defend...