- original soundtrack -
Natal que é Natal tem de ter esta música. tudo muito tradicional: boy meets girl, girl gets laid, boy meets strange haircut, girl gets preganant and fat, boy gets gay, boy gets a good place in the charts. é a história da vida de qualquer pessoa.
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special - special
Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance but you still catch my eye
Tell me baby do you recognize me?
Well it's been a year and it doesn't surprise me
Happy Christmas
I wrapped it up and sent it with a note
Saying I love you I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This yeart to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special - special
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This yeart to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special - special
Oooh baby
A crowded room friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice
My god! I thought you were someone to rely on
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in heart
A man uncoverered but you tore me apart
Oooh
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special - special
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special - special
A face on a lover with a fire in heart
A man uncoverered but you tore me apart
Oooh baby next year
I'll give it to someone special
I'll give it to someone special
(Last Christmas, Wham)
3 Comments:
gosto mais das tipicas músicas de natal que se ouvem nos supermercados ou nos elevadores ... (sem nenhuma ironia)
que pirôôôsa q'a mnina táá!... ou nostálgica, ça lá
Cara Maria, Caro João Barbosa:
Não quero saber de nada. Gosto e pronto. Dá-me vontade de dançar.
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