Paroles:
Vacilon

[bazie-archzie-j.darling] I was flyin' in the extreme On that Saturday nite eve I got chicks on both sides But the one I wanted couldn't deside Tell

The cafes are all deserted, the streets are wet again, There's nothing quite like an out of season holiday town, In the rain, When the tourists go and

J'ai la memoire qui flanche J'me souviens plus tres bien Comme il etait tres musicien Il jouait beaucoup des mains Tout entre nous a commence Par un tres

yo no comprendo (Estribillo) que vacilando vacilando va que vacilando vacilando va que vacilando vacilando va vacilando va vacilando y aqui les traigo esta tuumba de corazon pa que puedan pa que puedan vacilar

[bazie-archzie-j.darling] I was flyin' in the extreme On that Saturday nite eve I got chicks on both sides But the one I wanted couldn't deside Tell

Why do you spend all your time Watching life pass you by, hanging on to your pride? All that you can anticipate Hoping all your mistakes will somehow

Plan A: Take, knife, cut deep Plan B: Take gun, blow off your skull Hesitation wounds No you couldn't follow through Plan C: Take rope place around

Day dreaming as I take this routine stroll Leap over sidewalks Skipping stones to ripple this still reservoir I've been mislead I've hindered someone

You laugh - stop laughing, I lack in self-esteem, Too little - too late, No one will find us here, Pointed fingers at painted faces, Don't think twice