Hoje temos vacas roxas da Suíça, Pirâmides perfeitas do Sr. Ambrósio e animais marinhos da Bélgica. Temos também Ovos cheios de surpresas, chocolates para depois das 20h e até discussões a propósito do último Mon Cheri. Amanhã temos diabetes.
"You’re like a party somebody threw me You taste like birthday You look like New Years You’re like a big parade through town You leave such a mess but you’re so fun
Tell all the neighbors to start knocking down walls To grab their guitars and run out to the hall And we’re coming out right along to sing them my new song
For every place there is a bus That’ll take you where you must Start counting all your money and friends before you come back again
For every road we can retrace For every memory we can’t face For every name that’s been erased Let’s have another round May I propose a little toast? For all the ones who hurt the most For all the friends that we have lost
Let’s give them one more round of applause But you’re like a party somebody threw me You taste like birthday You look like New Year You’re like a big parade through town That leaves such a mess but you’re so fun"