When I want rain, I get sunny weather
I'm just as blue as the sky...
Since love has gone can't pull myself together
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry.
Friends ask me out... I tell 'em I'm busy
I must get a new alibi.
I stay at home and ask myself: "Where is he?"
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry.
* bom período frutífero vem aí pela frente.
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