quarta-feira, 19 de dezembro de 2012

Berlin Blues

I met you some night in Berlin
You were holding a bottle of gin
You said to me: "This is the best.
C'mon, try it. Put my word to test."

And then, little, oh, little did I know
That by next morning's morning snow
I'd have already tasted you
And that's why my gin now tastes blue.

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