"...You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?..."
La ironia de no pensarlos y sentirme pensada.
Las orejas pican, se ponen rojas...
Los colombofilos caen en mi terraza, las palomas solo revolotean...
la falta de nada.
el bienestar presente.
La falta de mi musa dolor.
Hoy no duelo.
(gracias carly, gracias roland).
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