segunda-feira, 9 de março de 2009

Another Day - Paul McCartney

Every day she takes a morning bath, she wets her hair Wraps a towel around her as she's heading for the bedroom chair It's just another day Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat It's just another day At the office where the papers grow she takes a break Drinks another coffee and she finds it hard to stay awake It's just another day Du du du du du du, it's just another day Du du du du du du, it's just another day, hey So sad, so sad, sometimes she feels so sad Alone in her apartment she'd dwell Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell Ah, stay, don't stand her up And he comes and he stays, but he leaves the next day So sad, sometimes she feels so sad As she posts another letter to the sound of five People gather 'round her and she finds it hard to stay alive It's just another day Du du du du du du, it's just another day Du du du du du du, it's just another day, hey So sad, so sad, sometimes she feels so sad Alone in her apartment she'd dwell Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell Ah, stay, don't stand her up And he comes and he stays, but he leaves the next day So sad, sometimes she feels so sad Every day she takes a morning bath, she wets her hair Wraps a towel around her as she's heading for the bedroom chair It's just another day Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat Ah, it's just another day Du du du du du du, it's just another day

Nenhum comentário:

Postar um comentário