(I'll Never Be) Maria Magdalena
Voy a contar,
la historia de una niña de papá,
que cambió D. Algodón por un liguero color rosa.
La conocÃÂ,
estando en un night club que hay en MadrÃÂ,
yo estaba en la barra,
y escuché una voz: me llamo Rosa.
Ay! Mi papa cuando descubrÃÂ,
que la gatita ,
más pija y rica de la escuela donde fui, se llama Pedro.
2ª.- Pink
Ella era asÃÂ,
desde chiquita quiso ser actriz,
y ser la protagonista de una peli glamurosa.
Ni la Monroe, la Garbo, ni
Losing My Grip
Another night follows the day
Like a child does to its mother
And everywhere I look I see your face
On the face of others
And I can't escape the pain
Through all the questions I went through
I never told myself the truth
I turned my back on you and me
Cuz I was scared to say
That we weren't who we used to be
So now I'm
Trying hard to let go
Let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to let go
Let you go
Let you go
I feel an emptiness inside
A part of me already died
But I pretend that you go on
Like everything's okay
Then all we built begins to fall
As I began to lose it all
Shut my eyes to set me free
Cuz I was scared to say
That we weren't who we used to be
So now I'm
Trying hard to let go
Let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to let go
Let you go
Let you go
You're all that I've ever wanted
You're everything that I need
But now it's finally over
Time for goodbyes
I need it so now I'm
Trying hard to let go
Let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to let go
Let you go
Let you go
Trying hard to let go
Let you go