dear gatote:

I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF

I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through *
I just don't know what to do

I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
movies only make me sad
parties make me feel as bad
cause I'm not with you
I just don't know what to do

Like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away


I don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do

like a summer rose

needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away

Well, I just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself

The Withe Stripes
Elephant

* Aclaraciones:
No, el dueño del gato y yo no hemos terminado. Solamente que me he puesto odiosa y chipil otra vez y le hice la mañana imposible, otra vez (sí, lo acepto). Por eso la rola. Excepto esa pequeña parte todo lo demás es cierto. (no tengo que aclarar que así me siento, no tengo que decirte que yo antes no era así, ((me desconozco, estas cosas me valían madres, todo me valía madres)). Pero bueno, al final de cuentas todo esto es tu culpa (sí, sí, sí... tú me avisaste), pero como seguramente eso sería otra causa de divorcio como el tema "Leandro Augusto" et al., digamos nuevamente: todo es culpa del Panteón [Rococó] o en su defecto de M. España)