Seria qualquer coisa como canta o David Fonseca com o "Kiss me oh kiss me"...

É que há dias assim... Em que me apetece um beijo com sabor a saudade, em que me apetece contar a "pequenina" história da minha vida a um estranho. Encher-me de pena de mim mesma, chorar perante um estranho, sorrir e aprender com um estranho uma palavra mágica, magnifíca, brilhante! Uma que eu pudesse pronunciar de cada vez que os outros arranjassem maneira de me complicar a vida, uma que ao seu som as complicações se transformassem em bolhinhas de sabão. Mais, que eu me risse de cada vez que visse bolhinhas de sabão na minha vida.



So when the fight is over,
And the storm is through,
Now will you pick another?
What will you get into?

So you stand in the corner,
With those boxing gloves on you,
You’re old, scared and lonely,
Yeah we’ve all been there too… uh uh
We’ve been all there too…

Kiss me, oh kiss me,
If that can make it right.
Try me, find me,
Just throw them on me…
Those failed expectations…
Floods and afflictions you’re through.
Cause I just might, take them home with me.

And the cracks in the pavement,
Yeah we’ve all fell there before,
And bones built into skeleton,
We’ve all been through that door.

Kiss me, oh kiss me,
If that can make it right.
Try me, find me,
Just throw them on me…
Those failed expectations…
Floods and afflictions you’re through.
Cause I just might…

Kiss me, oh kiss me,
Will that make things right ?
Try me, find me,
Just throw them on me…
Those failed expectations…
Floods and afflictions you’re through.
Cause I just might…
I just might, take you home.

Kiss me, kiss me,
We’ve all been there too,
Kiss me, kiss me
We have all been there too,
Kiss me, kiss me
We’ve all been there too,
Kiss me, kiss me
So kiss me…