Hey camon all the people
yesterday i was on the road
with my truck sunshine day
company told my a tale

the sky is big with orange happy
everywhere i hurt your heart
listen box of Sundays days
and love smelt again

You told me that no one else
see that bird in the spoke
and i wait with my best
shyness dream you watch


In a second i was totally
sure who is this girl
but my mouth repeat your name
and i ask to you

Externally I was unmind
and my heart begins a baumb
with a car plenty of cars
in a morning on that door

it's an orange wednesday
Barcelona it's not a track
it's a path that some of we know
with the guards smiling at all

Now my car is plenty of bands
and the spoke can't wait no more
and you see a tiny sheet
that protect to all of us

It's an electonic red umbrella
that remain us the wrong days
just the last night that we saw
we are far so far

And you see your golf ball
is very very high from here
and fly free beyond the sea
and you return to me

At final electronic orange
give us love, love love love
and you play my favourite song
in fact and real still I wait

New years day there's a party
that you don't have to pay the entrance
the doorman know to us at all
but you must come pretty pretty at all

and the song begins to play
and you take me hand and take me out
in a time we listen far
that our hearts belong so far

and i decide to don't come more
to hurt no more that most litlle heart
i've ever see that one day begins
to cry in front of me

and you watch me and kiss me slow
and my light burns like never was
and a boy pass running by
slump, your light ears like hat eyes

Jackson Five from a car stereo

Singing "I want you back, want you back

Just a year ago I would have danced so crazy

And now I think I wanna get back on that track

If I only could relax in this confusion

If I could dance with you the way we used to

And shake my hips to the revolution

If I could be naive again



the Catherine says, "Mono es a coming on Friday

And I must be the happiest girl in the world
"
I'm thinking

I wanna be you

I wanna be you

I wanna be you, you, you.



So send me a man from Argentina,

To make me the happiest girl in the world

So coms to me on Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday,

But I can't wait 'til Monday
So come to me on Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday,

But I can't wait 'til Monday



Michael Walden from a car stereo singing

"Gimme, gimme, gimme all night long"

If I only could perform

I would have sung along

Cause you know that is a top five song



Maggie and Josephine says good things to me

And good things have tended to come late

So I hold my breath there's a smile on my face

And my face wasn't made to wait.



the Catherine says, "Mono es a coming on Friday and

I must be the happiest girl in the world"

I'm thinking

I wanna be you

I wanna be you

I wanna be you, you, you



So send me a man from Argentina,

To make me the happiest girl in the world

So come to me on Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday,

But I can't wait 'til Monday

So come to me on Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday,

But I can't wait 'til Monday

So come to me on Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday,

But I can't wait 'til Monday