Êxito que me leva aos pícaros!

Meus amigos furunculosos:
Decidi mostrar-vos uma música, da mítica época do italodisco, que me leva aos pícaros! Sim! Sinto arrepios de prazer ao longo da minha espinha enquanto a ouço e por isso decidi partilhar convosco. A música é dos Human League e pedia-vos para atentarem no belo diálogo travado entre um Senhor e uma ex-Empregada de Mesa...

Don´t you want me?

You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
When I met youI picked you out, I shook you up, and turned you around
Turned you into someone new
Now five years later on you’ve got the world at your feet
Success has been so easy for you
But don’t forget it’s me who put you where you are now
And I can put you back down too

Don’t, don’t you want me?
You know I can’t believe it when I hear that you won’t see me
Don’t, don’t you want me?
You know I don’t believe you when you say that you don’t need me
It’s much too late to find
You think you’ve changed your mind
You’d better change it back or we will both be sorry

Don’t you want me baby? don’t you want me - oh
Don’t you want me baby? don’t you want me - oh

I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
That much is true
But even then I knew I’d find a much better place
Either with or without you
The five years we have had have been such good times
I still love you
But now I think it’s time I lived my life on my own
I guess it’s just what I must do

Don’t you want me baby? don’t you want me - oh
Don’t you want me baby? don’t you want me - oh (este refrão repete-se p´raí 10 vezes!)

F.M.