Brazilian Girls
The Critic
Early sunday morning, coffee by my bedsunlight on my pillow, music in my headearly morning papers are beneath the doorI see my name and I read on for moreMore, more, more, moreAs I sit there reading, garbage truck drives byGarbage that I'm reading just reel in my eyesEarly morning papers slipping from my handsWords and words that I don't understandDon't play the criticTry to forget itListen to the musicOh, don't play the criticAs you sit there writing what goes through your headSo bitter and so biting wishing I was deadEarly sunday morning slipping to your bedWords can't hurt you, no words can't hurt youDon't play the criticTry to forget itListen to the musicOh, don't play the criticLetras de cancionesDon't play the criticTry to forget itListen to the musicOh, don't play the critic
From Letras Mania