Talking of my attributes, the things I do so well
As anyone who's in cahoots with me will readily tell
I've lived up here, I've been down there, I've bought so I could sell.
And if I drove a faster car, I'd drive it bloody well
How can I change? I live without restraint.
And I would try the patience of a saint.
Thinking of my attitudes, talking one on one
I may disagree with you, but look where you've come from
And all that you've got, I thought that I would faint
But I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint
I would try the patience of a saint
I'm talking to myself (to myself)
I'm talking to the one that I know best
Bury me with gratitude, you can go to hell
Why should I care? I'd rather watch drying paint
But I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint
I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience...
...of a saint
"Rara felicidad de los tiempos en que se puede sentir lo que se quiere y decir lo que se siente" - Tácito
6.4.08
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