Talking to myself and feeling odd
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hanging around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothing is really wrong
Feeling like I don't belong
Walking around, some kind of lonely clown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
It's nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
What I feel is come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hanging around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
What I feel is come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hanging around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
Hanging around, nothing to do to but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hanging around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothing is really wrong
Feeling like I don't belong
Walking around, some kind of lonely clown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
It's nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
What I feel is come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hanging around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
What I feel is come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hanging around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
Hanging around, nothing to do to but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
© The Carpenters
10 comentarios:
Días de lluvia en Badajoz...
Pues sí, pero por desgracia ya se han acabado y amenaza "la caló" con su espada achicharrante, arrrggg...
Pues al principio no identifiqué el sitio, sólo decía: las bolas esas me suenan de algo...
Bueno, pero a tí eso se te puede perdonar por lo de la memoria visual y tal... :P
Perfecta. Me gusta. Bonita y original perspectiva.Por cierto, presenté el trabajo que me ayudaste a elegir y ya veremos si hay suerte. Te informaré
¡¡¡Si, por favor!!! No dejes de hacerlo, que estoy pendiente de ello. Un besote :)
Pa que luego diga la canción que nunca llueve en el sur...la que debió de caer por ahí.
¡Ya te digo! Con decirte que me quedé sin ascensor en casa porque se llenó el foso... juassss.
Y en cambio en Galicia con un sol estupendo, por lo menos por las Rías Baixas. El mundo al revés.
Me encanta la tonalidad de la foto. Prepárate que te voy a acribillar a preguntas sobre la cámara. Besiños.
Ya sabes, mociña ¡a tu dispo! ;)
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