Love is a ball, a hundred-pound ball On the end of a chain about ten foot long Wrapped around my ankle, I drag it down the hall People let me tell ya
Don't wait too long or she'll be gone fast as a, blink Get on the ball if you love your lover No gesture too small Tear down the walls if you love her
Translation: Irving Berlin. The Hostess With The Mostes' On The Ball.
: Otra vez aqui la misma calle, Como siete meses mas atras Llueve y creeme la nostalgia pudo mas Del orgullo y vengo a verte sin llamar Falto de valor
Otra vez aqui la misma calle, Como siete meses mas atras Llueve y creeme la nostalgia pudo mas Del orgullo y vengo a verte sin llamar Falto de valor
Don't wait too long Or she'll be gone fast as a blink Get on the ball If you lo ove your lover No gesture to small Tear down the walls if you love her