Uma ao fim de semana (7)

All I need is a bitter song
To make me better
Much better
All I need to write is a bitter song
To make me better
Much better

It found me to hold me
But I don't like it at all
Won't feed it,
Won't grow it
It's folded in my stomach;
It's not fair,
I found love;
It made me say that.
Get back,
You'll never see daylight;
If I'm not strong it just might.

All I need is a bitter song
To make me better
Much better
All I need to write is a bitter song
To make me better
I feel better
I feel better

Bitter Song, Butterfly Boucher

'Uma ao fim de semana' é a rubrica d'O Quinto Andar da qual consta uma musica que se ajusta, por uma razão ou por outra, ao estado de espírito da minha pessoa nesse momento. Sugestões são bem-vindas (embora sujeitas a apreciação). Podem enviá-las para lp.going.80s@gmail.com.