Lyrics á la Spektor

There’s a meat market down the street
The boys and girls watch each other eat
The boys and the girls watch each other eat
When they really just wanna watch each other
Sleep

Köttmarknad på le angleis *like* Sant!

You went into the kitchen cupboard got yourself another hour
And you gave half of it to me
We sat there looking at the faces of these strangers in the pages
‘Til we knew ’em mathematically

They were in our minds until forever
But we didn’t mind we didn’t know better

So we made our own computer out of macaroni pieces
And it did our thinking while we lived our lives
It counted up our feelings, and divided them up even
And it called that calculation perfect love

Förutom makaronbitarna är det riktigt bra! När mkt är för syns skull och allt ska prickas av i en lista så missar man känslobussen

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About leburque

Fundersam från Östergötland. Here's where it goes.
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