She's on the dusty road alone Travelling, travelling, travelling alone She loves to laugh, she loves to live, and she loves to love She left her home and family To find the thing she couldn't see >From the window in her house in the countryside This small town girl needs to fly To reach her dream in the sky Ai yai yai And so the story goes Di...da...di...di...da...di...da...di...da...di...da..di...da...di And so the story goes Di..da...di...di...da....di...da...di...da...di...da...di..da...di She came to town and went to stay And found a reason there to stay She saw the row of folks vanishing in the welfare lines And then she made her way back home Strolling, strolling, strolling alone She hated some, she needed some, and she loved some And so the story goes Di..da...di...di...da....di...da...di...da...di...da...di..da...di And so the story goes Di..da...di...di...da....di...da...di...da...di...da...di..da...di
|-----Missatge original----- |De: [EMAIL PROTECTED] |[mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] En nom de laura |Enviat: dimarts, 11 / maig / 2004 21:27 |Per a: [EMAIL PROTECTED] |Tema: [Internauta] didadii | |Hola!! |mentres escric estes linies estic escoltant la can�o que vos |vaig preguntar ahir... sou de lo millor, eh, nom�s amb un |tiratirari heu encertat de ple :) | |Moltes gracies!!! | |Laura | |_______________________________________________ |llista de correu de l'Internauta |[EMAIL PROTECTED] |http://zeus.internauta.net/mailman/listinfo/internauta | _______________________________________________ llista de correu de l'Internauta [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://zeus.internauta.net/mailman/listinfo/internauta
