Traducción: Biafra. Aguardente.
[chorus] Wait a minute, wait wait wait a minute, wait wait wait a minute, wait wait wait a minute. wait wait wait a minute, wait wait wait a minute,
I've been waitin' so long Just watchin' the phone for you To wait, it takes love that's for real And all that I feel inside too I come prepared, to look
Wait (disgrace) I know I shouldn't, but we'll wait (such a pretty face) I know the time is getting late (... such a waste) And here is what you hesitate
I thought that if I waited, things might happen There was no need to move myself, what's happening to me? I sit around and sit around, my legs are underneath
Zone 4 yeah Lets go i be swimming in women and i be diggin and linen and i be whippin out things that you neva seen now well im quick to just whip
Oh no, turning into cannibals and everything That she wants is made out of minerals I don't know what I done, she only speaks in subliminals The reception
You sat me down beside myself To show me all the reasons, I was wrong for you Was this for real, it's hard to tell 'Cause it was such a beautiful mess
Under a blackened sky Far beyond the glaring streetlights Sleeping on empty dreams The vultures lie in wait You lay down beside me then You were with
You're rushing, doing everything, anything on the verge Not even thinking about what if you're doing is absurd I don't mean to be the one to cut in But
Take An Old Cold 'tater, performed by Little Jimmie Dickens When I was A little boy around the table athome. I remember fairly well when[A]Company
How come you tell me that we have to get away? But girl you can't be found We'll dine in Paris on the Champs Elysees When ever you come around There'
One hour, I'll be there Wait The bridge is clear Wait The tires press and ache Wait Wait I have heard swans Wait Call and respond Wait Through you comes
I imagine long walks down the road Things began to bloom, the sky explodes The Damage is undone Then I know this has got to be a dream Machines and
Wait till the snow falls down on the doorstep Wait till the branches make cracks on the sky Wind at your window, screams while you sleepy You live near
Wear the crown made of thorns on the day I was born By the light of a cold television And I remember the boss in his uniform As he marched from the field
Well if I was a satellite I'd watch you when you sleep And if I was an undertow I'd drag you to the deep And if I was a prison I would hide you in
Tod: I'm a bad, bad boy Everybody tells me so I'm a bad, bad boy I get caught with all the wrong faces Jennifer: I'm a bad, bad girl I read it on the