PORTIONS FOR FOXES - BY RILO KILEY

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Realmente, às vezes é má notícia gostar de alguém, ou ser gostado.
Ou porque o outro está longe,
Ou porque está perto demais e não disponível;
Está vivo demais rodando o mundo, ou morto a sete palmos;
Atendendo muito o telefone, celular, email e MSN, ou sem comunicação nenhuma.
Enfim... Dá para o "não gostar" ser melhor do que o "gostar"?
Dá. Claro que dá.
E sim. Este post tem alguns motivos.
E sim. Eu sou um dos que gostam.
E sim. Eu também sou um dos que são gostados.
Bad news.
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There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything
And the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left

And It's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
When the loneliness leads to bad dreams
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you
and I call you and say "C'MERE!"

And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

And it's bad news
Baby it's bad news
It's just bad news, bad news, bad news

'Cause you're just damage control
for a walking corpse like me - like you

'Cause we'll all be
Portions for foxes
Yeah we'll all be
Portions for foxes

There's a pretty young thing in front of you
and she's real pretty and she's real into you
and then she's sleepin' inside of you
and the talkin' leads to touchin'
then touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left

And it's bad news
I don't blame you
I do the same thing
I get lonely too

And you're bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you're bad news, bad news, bad news

That you're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
I like you