Me, myself and I

Ainda imbuída nos sons ouvidos no fim de semana tenho feito uma viagem ao passado através desta música,

corria o ano de 2004, e era completamente viciada... num verdadeiro loop desta melodia e letra dos The Gift! Muito resumidamente estava apaixonada pelo meu Professor de Design e Comunicação e cheguei mesmo a declarar-me ao Senhor (também foi ele que me deu a conhecer a dita música num passeio a dois), mas antes já tinha sido apaixonada pelo Professor de Arte... Coisas da Mona! Para mim, a inteligência funciona como um verdadeiro sex appeal, mea culpa.

Mas agora, a história inverteu-se e, se até agora facilmente me apaixonava por Homens mais velhos, pela primeira vez suspiro por um mais novo... e não estou preparada para que tal me aconteça. Ora Fodasse! 

Também não sei porque fui abrir o baú das memórias... Mas que adoro esta música, ADORO!

Apenas sei que desta vez não me vou declarar... só tenho que me manter longe da tentação.

I tried to kill those ghosts inside of me
That voice you spoke is yelling in my ears
And I don't believe in love fools...
I'd like to have those eyes you want to kiss

Wishing something
I wish I had that voice you want to hear
I believe in
And I don't believe in love fools
Do you feel something
This feeling is so hard that I can't breathe
Wishing something
I wish you'd touch my hair when I'm asleep

And I don't know
And I don't believe in love fools
I'm tired of this
The words you wrote are putting me away
I'm tired of that
I know that love was for somebody else
And I don't know... me, myself and I

You and I know
You and I try
You and I ran
Leaving old stories far behind

And it feels good
And it's so warm
Having those eyes
Playing with me, myself and I...

I tried to kill those ghosts inside of me
The voice you spoke is yelling in my ears
And I don't know
And I don't believe in love fools...
I'd like to have those eyes you want to kiss

Wishing something
I wish I had that voice you want to hear
I believe in...
And I don't believe in love fools
I believe in me... me myself and I... me, myself and I

You and I know
You and I try
You and I run
Leaving old stories far behind

And it feels good
And it's so warm
Having those eyes
Playing with me, myself and I...

I'm tired of this... I'm tired of that...

You and I know
You and I try
You and I ran
Leaving old stories far behind

And it feels good
And it's so warm
Having those eyes
Playing with me, myself and I...