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Te contaré un secreto... Soy Rizzo



There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.

Even though the neighborhood thinks I'm trashy,
And no good,

I suppose it could be true,
But there are worse things I could do.

I could flirt with all the guys,
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
Make them think they stand a chance,
Then refuse to see it through.
That's a thing I'd never do.

I could stay home every night,
Wait around for Mr. Right.
Take cold showers every day
,And throw my life away,
On a dream that won't come true.

I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I dont steal and I dont lie,
But I can feel and I can cry.
A fact I'll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you,

That's the worst thing I could do.

There Worst Things I Could by Stockard Channing, from Grease (1978 Film)

Acuerdate que siempre podrias hacer cosas peores... pero, de cuales te arrepentirias? De los errores que pudiste cambiar, o de nunca haber dejado de andar por el recto, meticuloso y poco novedoso buen camino?

Te traes una canasta de depresiones sabatinas, todas ellas vespertinas; y de sonrisas dominicales, mas o menos matutinas... y un kilo de barbacoa por que hoy tengo antojo...

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Mamá