Dia -465

Well, I Hope That I Don't Fall in Love With You*

Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you

'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,

Well the music plays and you display

your heart for me to see,I had a beer and now I hear you

calling out for me

And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere

And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?

Well if you sit down with this old clown,

take that frown and break it,

Before the evening's gone away,

I think that we could make it,

And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the night does funny things inside a man

These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,

Well I turn around to look at you,

you light a cigarette,

I wish I had the guts to bum one,

but we've never met,

And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me,

and it being late, you'd like some company,

Well I turn around to look at you,

and you look back at me,

The guy you're with has up and split,

the chair next to you's free,

And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out

Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.

Well I turn around to look at you,

you're nowhere to be found,

I search the place for your lost face,

guess I'll have another round

And I think that I just fell in love with you.

(* Emiliana Torrini, whoever she is... encontrada par hasard

a cantar menos mal esta extraordinária letra de Tom Waits.)