Tuesday, December 06, 2005

"El novio dice...": Con la venia de todos, una canción para mi baby...

Baby in Paris:
Pásatela lindo... tómate una cerveza por tus blogueros cerca de la Ópera de la Bastille... la noche se pone linda por esos rumbos... Cuídate.
Te quiere,
Tangerine

P. D. Even though Nina Simone is not among your favorites, this song is perfect for you to know how I feel when I wake up every morning... the mood is quite cheerful... Enjoy... I am there sitting next to you, watching over you...

My Baby Just Cares For Me
Nina Simone


My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just cares for me

Baby, my baby don't care for shows
And he don't even care for clothes
He cares for me
My baby don't care
For cars and races
My baby don't care for
He don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Liberace's smile
Is something he can't see
Is something he can't see
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for me

2 comments:

the random glance said...

bonito

saludos

Imoq said...

Sí, sí; tómate una cerveza en algún bar de la rue Sainte Croix de la Bretonnerie, a la salud de todos nosotros, quienes añoramos estar en París otra vez.

Oficialmente, este blog se ha pintado de rosa :D :) ¡Que viva el amor!