quinta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2011
To whom (s.o.b.) it may concern
"I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond
They tied me to this table right here in the tower of song
So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all"